what's it like...

As my overcrowded bus drove past the farmer's market in Lincoln Park today, I began to think about all of those people who were enjoying themselves there. They have normal jobs, and have weekends on a regular basis (two days off in a row?). I've worked too long in the customer service industry to know what this is like. What's it like, to enjoy a Saturday? What's it like, to not have to eat your lunch alone in a backroom? What's it like, having a nice office decor, instead of hundreds of silly pictures? What's it like to only have a few co-workers, and not hundreds? What's it like, to wear whatever you want to work, and not some polo shirt that I'm pretty sure isn't even made out of real material?

I took my sweet time getting back up to the 94th floor from capture today, and decided to wait for the next ride up. As Bill closed the doors on an elevator full of sweaty tourists and their crying babies, he just turned to me and mumbled, "It's time for a big boy job". I merely nodded my head to concur, and in that moment I had completely forgotten that I am 24 years old, and I have yet to act my age. I feel obligated to go out and start a career and have a good job that I can actually tell people about, but honestly, I have no idea what that's like either. I might miss the times where I make a complete ass out of myself, because what else are you going to do in a job like this? I might miss the literally thousands of people from all over the world I talk to on a daily basis. I might miss looking down on the seemingly tiny sailboats afloat in Lake Michigan. I might miss those rainy days spent turning ourselves into muppets. I bet those people at the farmer's market have no idea what that's like.