I got paid today so I decided to take myself out for lunch at one of my favorite places. I recently met the girl that was working and we chatted a little about our respective jobs. She asked me if I liked my job and I said, honestly, "I do. I probably shouldn't, but I do" and then gave three reasons why.
So often I feel guilty about liking my job. I feel I am supposed to be aspiring to be something "better," better being something with more money, prestige, responsibility. Somehow I am losing by being content.
There are a lot of things I could use that my job doesn't provide, but I don't know if it would necessarily be an improvement. Sure, I could use more money, but more money isn't going to solve any unhealthy relationships I have with it. Health insurance would be nice, but I'm not even going to get into that. I used to think that my job didn't provide me with enough respect, but I am finding that respect can be gained and propagated by giving it to myself.
There are only so many days I have and I don't want to spend them being unhappy and thinking I will have this magic perfect life someday. My life is pretty fucking great and I'm thankful. Fellow clerks: when you are feeling sad or down, think of the good things in your life. Don't let stress and sorrow kill you. Be a little fucking pollyanna ray of sunshine and at least a couple of fools will appreciate and smile with you. And the grouchy judgey assholes can flip off.