Strangers on a train

On my commute home I struck up a conversation with a stranger about the approaching hurricane. “I wish it would hit during the week. Then I would have an excuse not to go to work,” she said.

“Oh, I wouldn’t like that. I love to go to work. I really enjoy what I do,” was my response.

“What do you do?”

Simplifying, a lot, I just said that I’m a professor and I like to do research.

“Yeah, you get to sit back and relax while your students take exams. That’s easy,” she said.

“Well, no. I don’t give exams. I don’t teach. Even if I did, I would still not enjoy sitting and watching students take tests. I like to do research. I like to be at my computer, analyzing data, writing papers, thinking.”

Not yet convinced that this could be why I love my job, she said, “You get school vacations! Long summer vacations! You must love that.”

“Um, no, I don’t get long vacations. But I really do like the actual work. I love my job.”

We had reached our destination. Exiting the train and walking away she just shook her head and muttered, “Professors …”

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