A longtime dream of mine came to end. It wasn't easy to admit, but I had to accept it. My dream job of holding a STOP/SLOW sign in a road construction zone came to a sad end today. For many years, when pressure at work would be high, professional relationships complex, and navigating a politically charged matrix would add a few grey hairs, I had a dream I shared with only a trusted few, of being hired to hold the signs on the side of the road.
Highly paid, have heard that it could be as high as $40.00 an hour. Little to no ambiguity, it's either STOP or SLOW. Not to mention having a thermos of something and the right to smoke on the job. For the record, I don't smoke... but considered taking it up if I were to get this dream job.
As the sun was shining bright today on the road, and we passed a couple of these individuals on the road, I realized that even with the power they wield, to make us STOP or SLOW, it is not for me. Not sure if it was the lonely look in their eyes, the fact that nobody really slowed down or that they have to wear flourescent orange or green EVERYDAY, my dream ended on a stretch of US 26 from Portland to the Oregon Coast.
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