It’s 85 degrees outside
But it feels more like 100 in here
The fans they give us are a joke
Is there somewhere cool to hide?
Ms. Jenkins’ is back for the third time in two weeks
Insisting she hears an awful noise
But there’s nothing wrong with her jeep
And the inside of it just wreaks
The last job I booked took three days to fix
But I will only get paid for half of that
Instead of relaxing when I clock out
My neighbor’s van just got added to the mix.
I’m good at what I do and I like my job
But I could leave the politics and drama behind
And sometimes it feels like my hard work isn’t appreciated
At least my wife doesn’t mind me coming home looking like a slob
I may complain about my long day
Dealing with things that didn’t go right
And just being exhausted with it all
But the truth is, I wouldn’t have it any other way
This is the career path I chose to pursue
It’s my life’s work and I take pride in it
Knowing your car works right gives me satisfaction
Not for a moment do I regret what I chose to do.
My husband is a mechanic and this morning I thought about how much he does and how little he’s recognized for it all. I wanted to write this for him and all other mechanics out there. We thank you for all of your hard work, keeping our vehicles running and dealing with our insanity. We appreciate you.