Working...

So I just had a small realization that I would like to share with the part of the internet world that actually reads this:

You know you have a great job when you want to get up in the morning, regardless of what time you have to get up, just to go spend time at a place where 99% of the people around you are under 15. If that didn't make sense, let me explain. I work at a Jewish camp. A Jewish day camp. I teach lessons to kids who range in age from 5 all the way up to 11. Then I do competitive lessons with 12 and 13 year olds. I spend my day talking with "adults" ages 15 to 45. I get annoyed, not by the kids, but by the actual coworkers. I love the kids. They are the reason I get up in the morning. I spend five minutes (usually less) thinking 'Gee, my back kinda hurts, I'm tired, do I really want to get up?' Then I think about all the kids I would miss seeing that day, who would teach my classes and what would they teach because the other instructors teach differently than I do or don't at all. At that point, I smile and get up because I want to see those kids. As much as I sometimes complain about it, I love being recognized outside the pool. I love the kids that come up and hug me because they are so glad I'm there.

To put it simply - I love my job. To the point where I don't care that I'm not being paid well.