Work is love made visible
…and today is my first day as someone else’s employee in over two years.
So before I leave the apartment, I’d like to reflect on that love.
I enjoy San Francisco, and so do countless others who visit here every year. I love showing the city to my friends who visit. I love helping tourists find their way to the particular landmark or attraction they are trying to find. I love making the tourists’ stay a little more pleasant. OK, part of that is because I feel a little superior that I get to live in this cool town and they only get to visit, but they come from places that have their own good points too. Mostly, I want to present a friendly face to the visitor.
My new office is in Fisherman’s Wharf, and I’ll be able to help misdirected tourists every day. And I’m helping them come to town and enjoy their visit, by building websites where they can make tour reservations. OK, so a lot of my job involves sitting in my office and typing out code, so it may be a little harder to remember that I’m helping people have fun, but maybe the rest of you can remind me of that in the coming months when I gripe about my job.
And it’s part of my job to know cool stuff like who Emperor Norton was and that the suspension span of the Bay Bridge is technically two suspension bridges joined by a central tower that’s taller than the Great Pyramid of Giza, and that Mayor Alioto drew a line at Clay Street, south of which would be a free-for all for business development, but that North beach would be preserved as a neighborhood. Sometimes I get to go out to Alcatraz on the company and take pictures and set up IPIX “tours” of cool places.
Ultimately, it’s about sharing the City with other people that come here for a week or two for the same reasons that I decided to move here in 1988. I have a job where knowing cool people like
I’m planning on moving to LA
I’m planning on moving to LA soon. I hope by that time you are still the very willing tour guide. 😉
I’m very happy for you
I’m very happy for you Splicer, but you realize I won’t be able to brag at parties anymore that I know someone who experiences famine and plague on a weekly basis.
Now you’ve joined the ranks of my other friends and I, whose only key feature is ponderous self-analysis with health benefits. Welcome.