An early morning business trip put me and my husband on a 4:00 a.m. shuttle ride from a Portland, Oregon area hotel to the airport. I’m not a morning person so early chit-chat is typically not my norm, but the bus driver was a friendly guy and we were the only people on his bus, so talk of weather and the early hour prevailed.
When I asked about him pulling the middle of the night shift, he told me he started at 3:30 a.m. and ended at 2:00 p.m., this was his first week on a new job, and he commuted 50 minutes from the Mt. Hood area. “Ouch,” I said. “Guess that affects your sleep.”
Expecting the typical grumbling, his response surprised me. “No one said I had to do this,” he stated matter-of-factly. He went on to say he never understood people who complain about their jobs or what they have to do. “Why don’t they leave and do something else?” he asked. “I have a choice every day. I choose to work here.”
His words stayed with me. At first I thought them reflective of his great attitude. But I’ve come to (continue reading →)