Not in a- "this is the best thing ever" sort of way, but more of a - "I could probably be content doing this for the rest of my life if I had no choice but to" Type of thing.
I always hear people complaining that "work is hard" and it depresses them,though I would personally never go that far...
work is work.
Work is effort.
Work is trying.
And, goodness, college has brought some sort of lazy out of me.
A job I use to love, I can't stand.
Customers I use to care about, they drive me nuts. Everything gets repetitive, every complaint gets constant, and the patient side of me realizes that THIS is probably the first time this person ever made that complaint- but that doesn't make it the first time I've heard it.
I'm pulling out my hair, over here!
Trying as hard as I can to be patient and understanding but when my mind has decided it's done with something, my body reacts like it is.
It's tough.
It's selfish.
We as human beings are meant to love each other even when we feel like we cannot. We are suppose to wait for each other even when we know that's going to make us farther behind.
It is such a struggle for me to remember this every day.
Then it I occurred to me.
I don't want to have a job I hate- doing things I hate so often I begin to hate the things I LOVE.
I want to love my job again.
I want to love the people I serve.
I want to love being good at what I do.
I want to be PASSIONATE about what I may or may not make a career out of.
Work is work.
That is absolute.
But life is also loving- and the two should REALLY go hand in hand.
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