I'll keep myself anonymous. But just like you I'm trying to make ends meet, helping to pay for school.
I hold a well-known position here in Provo and make pretty good money. And let's face it--I love what I do. Not only do I wield power, I perform a needed duty. It's satisfying to know that my job has lasting effects on people. Rumor has it my job causes much excitement.
Put simply, I tow and place boots on cars. Much of my day is dedicated to scoping out suspicious parking arrangements. When I sense foul play, I check out the situation. Once I find a vehicle, window shield barren of any sticker, nestled up to a sign stating they're not allow to park, I tow them away. Some people get angry when they have only just shut the door and I'm already hooking a chain to the end of their car. Who's fault is it that they can't comply? Not mine. It's really just an obedience issue. Simple right and wrong. I often ask myself, "Can these drivers not read the words carefully typed in itsy bitsy font or are they trying to rebel?"
There are times when I see my job as a calling. It's like I'm teaching accountability or morality or law. And there is nothing more rewarding than a parking lot, freshly empty or dotted with automobiles locked in boots. And often when I drive away, head glancing in my rear view mirror, I smile knowing that in someone's life today I've made a very big difference.
