Living. Working.

Living. Working.

All of us are doing this in one way, or another. It is how we do it that makes all the difference.

Some of us just do it better than others.

How I work might even make more difference than what I do.

A job well done says a lot about who I am.

I guess, it still all boils down to the fact that it is the journey that counts, not the destination. I sure don't want to ride in an airplane built by tired, lackadaisical people who didn't get enough sleep the night before. I don't want an angry, hung over surgeon operating on me, or a depressed dental assistant cleaning my teeth. I don't want food grown in a place where fertilizers and weed killers are thrown together higgley piggley in some dimly lit shed, or a day care for my children where anti-freeze is mistaken for Kool-Aid in the refrigerator.

Ethical, conscientious people realize that there is so much more to working than showing up and getting paid. Every job, no matter how insignificant it may seem, has ramifications that reach out and out and out, touching people in all sorts of ways we don't necessarily think about.