If Ya Gotta Work...

... it may as well be fun. Phillip called last night to say what a fun time he's been having on his new job. Night before last, he called to tell me that he'd driven a bus -- just in the parking lot since he doesn't have his CDL yet. And he didn't hit or run over anything. Last night, they assigned him bus number 2704 to complete the ascribed minor, routine maintenance, in this case new A/C belts, a replacement sun visor, etc. He said that he's having so much fun that it doesn't feel like a job; it feels like a group of friends getting together for their weekend hobby of working on cars. It seems that he's found his career niche, just like Emily found hers: talking all day, an audience who's required to listen, and getting paid for it.