I like to think I’m an intuitive person. Sometimes my intuitive leaps are more suicidal acts of embarassment than anything else, but for the most part I think I read people pretty well. Except when it comes to looking in the mirror. That person still throws me and I don’t know quite what to make of her.
Lately she’s been telling me I’m being a jerk. She’s been reading a lot of CNN stories involving hard-up folks who at one time made six-figure salaries and are now collecting a pittance through unemployment. Then her best friend lost her job and her best friend’s husband had to take a salary cut. That put a lot of things into perspective for her.
Lots of people would kill to have your job, she says. I can’t argue with her. As much as I’d like to complain about all the things I dislike about the hours between 8 and 5, I can’t complain about employment. I can complain about unemployment all I want, and if I don’t change my attitide I may just find myself right there.
So she and I have made a deal. No more whining. No more giving less than 100%. No more feelings of entitlement because I’ve been able to tolerate what many have deemed intolerable.
I have a job and I am glad.
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I had to tell myself this just recently as I watched others (including my dad who has worked at one company for 30-some years) get laid off from work. I’m glad I have a job too. I’m lucky. I hope I can keep it, no matter how miserable it can make me at times.
As for giving 100 percent? Yeah, I’d better get off here now and do that.
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