I love my job, and that's the honest truth. I have worked for the research branch of the Federal government's Central Experimental Farm in Ottawa, Ontario, since July of 1997, and oddly enough they keep hiring me back. Whether or not I actually deserve the pleasure, I'm obviously on to a good thing. It's difficult to devote time to both my employment and my ongoing education, but the rewards for both are clear, so I do my best to persist. And in return, I get what might as well be called my own office, with my own chair, my own desk, my own telephone, my own coat stand, and even my own computer -- and a swanky one at that. I get to drink as much coffee as I can carry back from the cafeteria, damage my hearing as I jam my favourite songs into the CD-ROM drive, and I have an awful lot to do with insects.
"Insects?" you say.
Yes. Insects.