I’ve been whining (to myself, to Mr. O) about work lately. Things are just busy. There are just so many changes, so many new ways to do things, so many unknowns. So many people are trying to juggle new things. It is just a bit overwhelming.Â I really don’t like to talk about work much on this blog, because I don’t think this is the place to discuss it, so this will be a short post.
Did you think this was going to be a negative post? Because it isn’t. Today I want to write about how grateful I am for my job. Yes, it has been a struggle recently, but above everything, I am so appreciative of my job. I’m so grateful to work for a good, forward-thinking company. I’m so grateful to work for an incredible, kind, supportive, trusting boss. I’m glad I know how to do my job, and when I don’t know how to do things, I do know who to reach out to if I need to learn something. I’m glad my job isn’t stagnant; I am able to try new things and get involved in different areas. I’m forever thankful for the ordinary wonderfulnessÂ that a full-time position provides. I’m grateful for a regular paycheck.Â While I could certainly use more money, I’m so grateful that my paycheck affords me to pay my student loans, other bills, and still live life. I’m beyond grateful for my insurance benefits, like medical and dental which I’ve already used a bunch this year, or like my FSA plan which afforded me the opportunity to get my Lasik surgery in February. I’m grateful for the other benefits, like vacation time, which I desperately needed in order to attend my low-residency Masters program, and now that I’ve graduated, I look forward to actually using it for a real vacation rather than long weekends here and there.
I’m grateful that I can go to sleep and wake up in the morning feeling good about my job. In previous positions (at different companies) I’ve been in situations where I dreaded going into work. I’ve been the person who was counting down the moments until the day ended, super excited to go home, and then I go home and dread going back in to work in the morning all evening. My life is far from that right now. Don’t get me wrong, on particularly exciting weekends, I pout a little bit about having to go to work the next morning, but not in the way I just described. I don’t want to go to work because I’m high on the weekend-buzz; it has nothing to do about my feelings for my job. I’m so happy with my job.
It’s really refreshing to work for a good company, for a boss who trusts you. So today, job-that-has-been-temporarily-frusterating, I am so gosh darn grateful for you.