A job is a job

Dinosaur Tracks in the Stone

Northern Arizona

I complain about my work. It's a good job, and it's taken care of me and my family for many years, but it's not much fun right now.

I look at this picture and think about the owner of this roadside stall getting up each day hoping the sign advertising tracks in the stone bring the occasional tourist to his little table so he can maybe sell them a little necklace he put together.

Is his job better than mine, or are they both just ways to put food on the table? Is he happier than me with his work?