Work. Just work

Last week, I had my work anniversary.  Five years.  It's funny to think about because when I was in school, I never really thought I would have a job like this.  It's not a bad thing, unless you talk to some people, but for me, I enjoy my job.  It's stressful from time to time, but at the end of the day I can say I like doing what I do. 

From an outsiders prospective, it's not what I should be doing.  I went to school to work in a museum, but when we moved to Wichita, there were no jobs to be had.  It's not that I settled, I just went out and got a job because that's what I needed to do.  You gots to pay the bills.  It just so happen to turn into a five year career.  Five years from now I have no idea where I'll be.  Same job, different job, just as long as I'm happy.