My job? Sure, I love it...I love it when the old bastards actually eat their food without complaining that its 4.3 degrees too hot (I'm a server/host at a restaurant), when they don't seat themselves at any ole table, when they don't have to try 60 different tables just to want the first one I gave them, and when I don't generally feel like I'm working in a Stalinist-era munitions factory in Siberia, where the only way out is death. The pay? Yea, I love it... I mean, I just love it when a customer thanks my hour of sweat and labor serving them and leaves me $2 for their $50 dollar check...(anyone who doesn't adequetly tip servers is a bastard and needs to be shot in the stomach). The only "good" part of work is that I get to hear the manager (also an AH pilot) talk about how he blew my bellybutton out of the sky in the dueling arena (10 times) the other month...
Well...my coworkers are nice...at least...
Did I mention I love my job?