Afternoon rush hour. On the train, watching people.

How great would it be to get paid to do a job you actually love doing? To not have to settle and be status quo?

I look at the slumped figures all around me, how grey their skin looks and how they purposely avoid eye contact with each other, their brows furrowed as they shuffle their iPods or tuck into a game of sudoku . I wonder why they (me) do this. Are we so burnt out from dealing and wheeling and answering and asking in the previous 8 hours that we can't manage to hold a conversation with a random stranger anymore?

How great would it be to have a job that makes you so happy that you're still smiling on the train ride home?