I spent yesterday, shovel in hand, digging a ditch. The project was to replace the badly degraded cable serving a mobile home with proper conductors in pipe.
Today, I ran my pipe (PVC BBQ anyone?
), pulled my wire, hooked it all up, and everyone was happy.
Sure, there was no 'glamour.' I won't be called to Sweden to accept a prize. They won't even put up statue of me in front of city hall.
Yet, a certain fault was avoided, and a bad situation fixed. There is a certain satisfaction to finishing the job, flipping a switch, and having things work.
You don't get that satisfaction flying a desk.