I don't have the same job my teachers did. Maybe I have the job they were supposed to have; I don't know.
I don't have the job I thought I would have when I finished my teaching internship and graduated from college, and I didn't have the same job leaving my internship that I had going into it.
I certainly don't have the job my university trained me for. I don't know what to make of that fact.
I don't have the same job I had when I started this job. I'm coming up on the end of my sixth year. Every year still feels like the first year, because every year it's a different job. Some of the work from previous years, I did well, and I can keep it. But not as much as I thought at the time.
This isn't the job I signed up for.
It's much, much harder. And much, MUCH better.