Crappy Job Pride

The work was dirty, repetitive, and never finished. Most people would have walked away looking for something cleaner. He stayed. Every morning the same tools, the same mess, the same quiet paycheck. While others chased better titles and sometimes found empty hands, he kept the one thing that never disappeared. A crappy job that refused to leave was still a job that stayed. It’s a crappy job, but I call it job security.