working life tunnel
enter on Monday, no daylight
until next Friday
If I think my week of working is something to complain about I know I should contemplate a life without work.
That being said, I will complain about my week of working.
Wikipedia says that, “Job satisfaction or employee satisfaction is a measure of workers’ contentedness with their job, whether or not they like the job or individual aspects or facets of jobs, such as nature of work or supervision.”
If I go down that path, I start looking at all the ways my ‘job’ is lacking.
Poised on the abyss of a pity party, I hear myself say, “What dog peed on your toast today?”
Laughter, at myself as it does so often, comes to the rescue.
I GOT a job.
I get a paycheck.
I perform my job at a level of satisfaction to myself.
I do go home at night.
I just visit this tunnel of a work week.
I am not saying that Job Satisfaction is good to have.
It is out there.
It is possible.
But what is it?
I ask whose job is it to make my job happy?
Are they not doing their job?
All things considered, when I think about what my paycheck makes possible, I AM content with my job.
I can be satisfied with that.
I can enter that tunnel.
I can get through that tunnel.
I get out of that tunnel.
And if I get down in the dumps over my job, I just have to think about a dog raising its leg over my toast to make me laugh.
PS – I repurposed (stole) the Dog Peed on Your Toast line from Garrison Keillor.
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