Job satisfaction: the best love- hate relationship (dated Oct 22d)

Monday thru Friday 5 days a week, put your time in, head down, keep going. No one tells you how good you are, how much you are appreciated, that you are such a great worker; sure they did that when you were eight and picked up the supplies after craft time at school. Now it’s: did you get that done? I need this by 5, can you come in this weekend, etc. You enter a job and it’s like Christmas morning everything is brand new, most employees are welcoming and you know you got a good deal. Coworkers or customers give you praises and your boss gives you a raise, life is good. You have it made, some of you are putting away to 401k, the paycheck comes in, and it’s not $0 dollars, you get to decorate your office, or find new outfits to wear; you are set. Other days you come home and you cannot wait to have a glass of something that is strong or take nap, or maybe just tune out for five minutes. The first thing you want to say could be “ what the hell was I thinking?” I must be crazy, this job is so stressful, some of these people drive me crazy, I had so much to do and no time to do it, and the list goes on and on and on. Okay if that was like that every day, you have medicine and you have something to concentrate on.. Alright, so it sucks, having to stay late or sit through a four hour meeting, or come home to more work such as house work, children stress, personal issues, etc. Take the estimated 100 million people who are homeless in the world who don’t have jobs and are living on nothing. Swallow that factoid in your mouth and that tastes pretty awful I’m sure. Time to dedicate managing your life and your attitude towards the workplace. Okay, so captain grumpy whines about the same stuff when you come in, or Ms. Never-ending Tears, or gabber mouth is always hanging out near your office; they did invent headphones and do not disturb signs for some reason, or you give them a time limit and then they must ‘oh yes’ go please. If we constantly sat around and complained about other people’s work ethic, our own, our workload, the time, our lives, and our pay grade, … we would not be doing anything productive and newsflash we would feel worse! Everyone has ‘those days’ where I will kid you not, the job stinks, and nothing is working right in your systems, or you have stared long enough at the clock wishing you could fly away. Be lucky you have a job and are contributing to the cha-ching ‘hey I have money’ every week or other week. I have to remind myself of where I am at, what it looks like from where I am standing and frankly it looks pretty darn swell. I have my own place, commute takes two minutes ( I can sleep in if I choose) and the nine hour days mean at this spot we have every other Friday off and vacation time. Yeah baby! We go to work thinking it’s going to be another day in ‘paradise’ or hell hole as some have blatantly put it. Well people we could just say nothing at all and look at all of the meals, trips, possibilities that were made to happen because of said job. I have to work at both my mood and on improving on my skills. I have a long way to go and no I don’t have a nice car, or my own parking space; well I have a sweet badge that gets me places, but no matter what I have a job and I hope and pray it stays, indeed I’ll work the best I can to make it so. For now, (puts on sunglasses) it’s quittin time!