I Heart Air Force

I’ll be honest, as a fairly low ranking enlisted member of the Air Force, I’m usually not too happy about my job. But the future is bright as bright can be when it’s wearing a uniform!

I walked into work today and was climbing the steps to fill up my water bottle and looked down to my feet (H. G. Wells says in the Invisible Man that looking at your feet while climbing or descending steps is the hardest habit to break and the most frustrating thing about being invisible) and looked at my wicked shiny black shoes at the end of my dark blue pants and I thought:

“I love my job.”

This thought made me stop cold. Wait. “I love my job?” Really? What is causing this?

To be fair, I’m not talking about just the AF, but the whole work thing in general. I don’t think many people like working and those that do, well, there’s an unbelievable amount of envy in me toward them.

But really, what IS causing this feeling? The analytical mind that is mine (though I certainly know more analytical people) started thinking that maybe it’s the uniform. I do look awfully professional in my blues, as do most of the AF, so maybe that’s it. Maybe it’s because I’m so refreshed from my vacation. Maybe it’s because here is a place where “Sirs” and “Ma’ams” are not unbelievably polite, but what should be standard. Maybe it’s the potential.

Ah, that’s probably it. The potential.

See, I’ve been doing this job for a while now and I am in the mood to try something else, to have a different job. Without going into it too much, I’m far more limited in my choices for stations with this job and that is not why I joined the AF. I want to travel, I want to show my family the world as it was shown to me as a kid and I am determined to do this. So the time of me turning in my cross training paperwork is quickly approaching and life is looking good.

Everything is looking really good right now, actually. It won’t be long before I’m in line for a different job, my beautiful wife is pregnant, my daughter is turning into an AMAZING person, beautiful and all smiles most of the time, and I’m feeling good.

Yeah.

I’m feeling good.