I was perusing my favorite comics website, looking for an update to the comic strip above, when I came across this:
... and it reminded me of jobs I have had. All of them. Humor always has a bit of truth underlying it, doesn't it? Jobs do exactly what Francis (that's the young man applying for the job) fears. They crush the child in us and mold us into something we don't want to be. Over the years, like wind and rain eroding a mountain, we change into responsible and dependable adults. Not all of us, of course, some people never grow up. And some manage to keep the child inside alive.
But most of us abandon that child.
I made it to retirement and can now unleash my inner child again. Except I am too old to remember how to be young.
A Night Unremembered
7 years ago