6 months into my welding adventure

Well as some of you know i quit my not so lucrative career as a professional graphic designer in favor of gaining a more secure future.
I did the opposite of most people's life goals. I took my career and turned it into a hobby then i went and got a day job... Well more like the promise of a better day job.
It's been six months since i made the move to become a shop hand in july. I'm not a welder yet-actually not even an apprentice yet. I'm still basically a laborer who lifts heavy things, sweeps the floor and everything else anyone with more seniority doesn't want to do. I fucking love it.
I'll admit i was pretty convinced i would hate it before i started but watching the news paper crumble before my eyes over the last few years i knew i had to make a big change in my direction if i was ever going to eventually own a porsche.
Yeah that's right i want a porsche. It's in the five year plan. I will own a porsche 911 by july 2017 just in time for my birthday. I didn't say the year or relative value of said porsche because i'll have to wait and see how fat my toy fund is at a later date. Although owning a mid 80's rat bagged black rust buket with that big retarded porsche spoiler still gets my blood pumping.
It is a shallow goal, i understand and fully admit it but that doesn't mean it's a bad goal.
One thing i've learned over the years is you shouldn't lie. Specifically you shouldn't lie to yourself and that whole rhetoric of money wealth not mattering is the biggest false truth i had myself convinced of.
Sure in my mid 20s loving what i did for work was pretty important but as i'm nearing the end of my early 30's not having anything to show for my 7 years of work and dedication to the print design industry starting became a lot more important. Also depressing.
So now i'm doing the welding path thing and at first it was the promise of the aformentioned better future that fuelled my drive, that is until i realized i loved it.
Getting a good sweat on makes you feel good. Working in coveralla in late july provides me with all the sweaty workout i could ever ask for. Needless to say i quit going to the gym. Who needs and elliptical and some dead lifts when you've got a floor to sweep and a million billion assorted heavy things to put in a shelf.
The most surprising thing is how suck i was of a desk job. Wearing uncomfortable shirts and sitting down turns out to be more frustrating hard work theny labour ever was. A sweet added bonus is i get to hit shit with a hammer, which surprise surprise, is quite cathartic.
Some of the dudes at work (yes the shop is entirely men) are surprised when i tell them what i used to do and some are baffled i would ever give up the office job to become a welder. Especially whe as one guy put it i went to college. I didn't have the heart to tell him i basically only went to college because i didn't want to get a job and barely made it through graduating with a 2 point something i don't recall grade point average. It's hard to remember the specifics of a fact that's so embarassing.
This ties nicely into another aspect of why i quit graphic design. I actually have no schooling in it i just decided i liked it better than writing (i have a degree in jounalism) and started doing it instead. So in order to stay employable i would have to go back to school. Since i'm too old to party with college kids and it not be creepy i'm no hurry to go back.
Also i still have student loans from 8 years ago that i never paid off because i was too busy loving my work and not worrying about money. Another embarassing fact.
With my new path i get the experience i need while working and the two months schooling you need for every year the company pays for, win win.