Three and a half months later, working as a ticket agent for the Alaska Railroad in Denali Park, and I am finally burned out. Oddly enough, it is not from the tourists, as most people would think. It is from the monotony of completing redundant tasks day after day. An acquaintance of mine, while I was home in Fairbanks (or “The Banks” as some would call it), replied “Well, isn’t that what having a job is?” I looked him in his pre-med, white-picket fence, mortgage-wanting face and realized that our perception on life was very, very different. And I thanked God we were no longer dating, as admirable of his accomplishments as I was. Jobs should not be monotonous. They should be dynamic, or at least give the individual the fulfillment of knowing that this
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