Perspective

Someone asked me this morning why, if I hate my job so much, I don't just quit.

Here's the answer. I don't hate my job in general. I hate my job right now. I hate the stress. I hate the time crunch, and being the last person in line to receive the items, but the one who has to do the most to them to get them out the door. I hate being blamed for things I can't control, and being the punching bag for other people's stress. I hate my boss' current pushing of an attitude of "I will try my hardest to get that done" instead of "It won't be done today." I'm a realist - I will always try my hardest, but if I tell you it won't be done today, it probably won't be done today.

I have perspective. I know that in a week or two it will calm down around here again. I know that a month from tomorrow I will be getting on a plane to go to Malta for a month. I know that I will train a temp to do my job while I'm in Malta, and that I'll miss the busiest time of year for my job (with the exception of the next couple weeks). I know that, sometime in the spring or summer, when I make the next overseas trip, I won't have this job to come back to. That means this season is coming to an end, and I can stick it out (even when I really hate it) for the next while until the season really does end.

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It's been a while since I linked to any stories from my daily morning perusal of the news, but I came across this article on Rob Bell on the TIME magazine site this morning, and found it interesting, and thought I'd link to it for the rest of you!

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