How One Real Guy Quit His Job To Follow His Dream

After I got my English degree, I worked as a locomotive conductor, the same as my dad before me, for six years. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it. The hours were brutal, but the work was fun, and I got to rub shoulders with hundreds of different guys, all of whom could take the prize for funniest, raunchiest and biggest smartass on the planet. I’ve retained enough NSF the average W jokes to fill a filthy, sexist library, and I had the pleasure of occupying the only profession, apart from deep-sea diver, in which you can pee wherever you want.But I’d catch myself picking up a …
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