AItwasChristmasEve1959.ApassengerplanewasflyingtoBrisbane,Australia.Theplanewasnearlyfull,andmanyofthepassengersweretravelinghometospendChristmaswiththeirfamilies.Itwasalateflightanddinnerwassevered.Notlongafterthedinner,ahostessfoundtwopassengerswerereallysick.“Itisstrange,”shesaid.“Evenonasmoothflightlikethis,twopassengershavebeensick.”Twentyminuteslaterhalfthepassengerswereill–veryill.Quiteafewofthemhadseriouspain,andtwowereunconscious.Luckilytherewasadoctorontheplane,andhewashelpingthehostess.Hetoldthehostessthatitwasfoodpoisoningandtheyhadbetterlandassoonaspossible.“Whatcausedit?”askedonepassenger.“Ihadthebeeffordinner,andIamfine.Thepassengerswhochosefishareill.”Thedoctorandonehostesswenttoseethepilots.Whentheyopenedthedoor,theyfoundthetwopilotswereunconscious.Theradiooperatorwastryingtohelp,buthedidn’tfeelgoodhimself.“Canyoulandtheplane?”saidthedoctor.“Me?NoI’mnotapilot.”Repliedtheoperator.Thedoctorturnedtothehostess.“perhapsyoushouldmakeanannouncementandtrytofindoutifthere‘sapilotontheplane.”“wecan’tdothat!”shesaid.“Thepassengerswillbeworried.”Suddenlyonehostessrememberedsomething.“Iheardoneofthepassengerssayingthathe‘dbeenapilotinthewar.I’llgethim.”Shefoundthemanandaskedifhecouldhelp.“Youmeanyouwantmetoflytheplane?Youmustbejoking.Iwasapilot,butIonlyflewsmallplanes,andthatwasfifteenyearsage.Thisisahugeplane.”“Isn’tthereanybodyelse?”askedtheman.“I’mafraidnot,”saidthehostess.Themansatdownandbegantoflytheplane.Aftersometimeofcirclingintheair,whentheoilwasalmostusedup,theplanewasreadytoland.WiththehelpfromtheAirTrafficControl,themansuccessfullylandedtheplane.“Thatwasaperfectlanding.Welldone!”shoutedthecontroltower.“Thanks,”saidtheman.“Anychanceofajob?”BWorkattitudesintheUSGarbagemanIusedtoworkinanoffice.I’vebeenoutsideforsevenyearsandIfeelquitefree.AtleastnowIdon’ttakethejobhomewithme.WhenIworkedintheofficethebookkeeping(记账)andeverythingelsemademenervous.Yeah,Ipreferlaboringtobookkeeping.Foronething,abookkeepingjobdoesn’tpaymuch.Iwasthelowestpaidmanthere.DentistOneofthebiggesttroublesdentistssufferfromisstress.It’sphysicallyhardbecauseyou’reinanuncomfortablepositionmostoftheday.Withthetechniquestoday,itispossiblefordentiststositdownwhileworking.Youngdentistsdositdown.IwishI’dsitdownmore,butI’mnotusedtoit.SoIstandmostofmyday….Thepatientsareinatensepositiontoo.Thereisstressonbothsides.WaitressPeopleimaginethatwaitressescan’tpossiblythinkorhaveanykindofrespectsotherthantoservefood.Whensomebodysaystome,“You’regreat,howcomeyou’rejustawaitress?”“Justawaitress,”I’dsay,“why,don’tyouthinkyoumustbeservedbyme?”Thisquestionimpliesthathe’snotworthy,andthatI’mnotworthy.Itmakesmeangry.Idon’tfeellowlyatall.ImyselfarecertainthatIdon’twanttochangethejob.Iloveit.SteelmillworkerMybosssaid,“Mike,you’reagoodworkerbutyouhaveabadattitude.”MyattitudeisthatIdon’tgetexcitedaboutmyjob.IdomyworkbutIdon’tfeelexcited.Howareyougoingtogetexcitedwhenyou’retiredandwanttositdown?C
