I was at the airport last night picking up a friend at 10:30. Terminal E in Philadelphia International Airport is a ghost town at that time of night. Yet, there sat the woman in the picture.
Her job? Information.
Yep…she sits at a desk where no one stops by. At night. In a cement rectangle.
She has the loneliest job in the world.
But she was super chipper. I talked to her for a little while. About the weather. Travel schedules. The airport.
I admire her. How many of you could do the loneliest job in the world?
