So here's the story:
Yesterday, after I deposited my paycheck, I walked into my local Starbucks. If you know me, you would know that my local baristas know my name and drink of preference. So I was ultimately, or actually not that really surprised, when once I got to the counter, Johnny (real name), and a barista who has often had me as a client asked me what I wanted to drink. I had a blonde moment. After two seconds of remembering my name and what my poison was, I told him, slowly and feeling somewhat confused. Since I had already had a long day, I expect things to go down smoothly. But it seems that life likes to keep me on my toes.
Anyway, after he got the cup, put my name on it, and walked it over to the line of other cups to be filled, he walked over and politely asked me how my day had gone. This often happens. And I often find myself lying about how "nice" my life is. This is SO not the case. So, in keeping with the spirit of cleansing my soul, I chose to not lie, and I told him the truth and calmly said, "I HATE my job." I told him about my job, not going with details because some people can't handle them. I also told him about my coworker, the bitch from hell who some call my sister. And Johnny, in his very chillaxed manner, told me that he too finds himself hating his job. But then he always considers those whose job are worse than his.
Ahh, PERSPECTIVE! This is the key. This is something that we all need. Every once in a while, in a moment of pure drunk-ed-ness or pure clarity, we find ourselves finding this. I, in a moment of annoyance with life find myself thinking about this. This is the part in the story where more customers came in, and I moved aside. Johnny said that my drink was on him. (He's such a sweetheart.) Anyway, I moved and waited for my drink to be made, and thought about what he said.
I'll be honest, at the moment, I brushed off the idea. I was pretty fucking pissed. And, after I got my oh-so-awesome Venti Double Chocolaty Chip, I was still pissed. And, when i went into Albertsons, I was still pissed. And, after I paid for my items and walked home, I was still pissed. It wouldn't be until yesterday after I had eaten, and began watching Muriel's Wedding, featuring a young and very awesome Toni Collette, that I truly began to think about it.
It turns out that Johnny had it right; I just needed to calm down. So I began to think about people's shitty ass jobs, but then I realized, this is so American of me! Not everyone has employment. Hey, not everyone has a house, or food, or their health. In fact, with my shitty ass job, I have it pretty good. In fact, while not exactly lifestyles of the rich and famous, my life is better than most (Johnny SO flirts with me every so often).
The point of this is that there is something that we need more than once in a while and it's called PERSPECTIVE. So, thank you, Johnny!
And while my situation may not be fixed for a while (other factors to be considered), I find myself having perspective help me out.It's something to at least keep in mind.