I have to deal with a lot of crap at my job. We take complaints all the time from people who aren’t happy with the way they were treated. I have found lost items, I have rearranged conference rooms for demanding “professionals,” I have had prescriptions renewed without a visit to the doc, I have participated in fire drills, I have manned the hallways when a code was called. I have not been formally thanked for my participation in these activities, it is expected of me and is part of “other duties as assigned.”
I do these things (not always with a smile) because it’s what I get paid to do. I don’t love it here. I’d rather be at home reading a good book or knitting or even making dinner for my family. I have come to the conclusion that I work to live. As a girl who came from parents whose work defined them – this is a major step. I do not live to work. I tried that and I failed miserably. Not only did I fail – but my family failed (my boys need a lot of attention… all 3 of them). I’ve had to learn to keep work crap at work and home crap at home. Finally realizing that my job isn’t my life has completely changed my outlook.
I don’t like coming to work, but I happen to work with a great group of people. Like a second family.
I am jealous of Michael because he truly loves his job. He loves his customers and what he gets paid to do. He loves going in to the office and working overtime. I envy that. One day I will have a job that I love. A job that I feel a passion for.
Now, if only I could figure out which job it is.