I Love My Job

  
I can’t say it enough that I love my job. I feel like I am doing good work. I am recording people’s stories and preserving them for generations to come. I think yesterday may have been one of my best days yet. First of all, I  felt so much better than I did on Tuesday. I woke still having a headache but by mid morning it was gone. Only three of us were at work today and after lunch we went up to the archives on the fifth floor to do some research for a new museum exhibit in the spring. Originally, I was just going to observe, and get more familiar with the archives. While my other coworkers were going through photographs for the exhibit, I was doing some spot research on different aspects of the photographs. Then my boss asked me to research a particular aspect of the exhibit using the student newspaper. I know reading old newspapers isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but I was in heaven. It made me so happy, and it reiterated that I really love my job. I left work excited. I go to work each day excited. Not everyday is perfect. Tuesday was torture because of my headache, but only because of my headache. Each day though, I find new and fascinating aspects to my job, and I really enjoy my coworkers.