Everyone’s getting sick. The boy started getting sick last week. Mom got sick this weekend. I made a point of trying to steer clear of the sickies. I thought I had succeeded avoiding illness, until I started driving to work today. I feel pretty rotten, but thankfully I’ve managed to avoid the stuffed up nose.
Tonight, after work, I stopped quickly at Walmart, and as I was passing through the grocery section, I heard some of the employees screaming at each other. I don’t know what had caused the argument, I just know that one employee told another employee to “go to hell.” After I walked away, I got to thinking. In general, I like my job. Sure, there’s rough moments, but all in all, it’s a good job. However, I find that lately I gripe about it quite a bit. You know who doesn’t gripe about his job? The boy. He listens to my whining, and honestly if anyone should be griping about their job, it should be him. He works really hard, and I know it’s not his dream job, and yet he doesn’t complain. And he’s so ridiculously patient and listens to all my griping. I feel really awful about that.
I know I tend to look at the darker side of life. I think I frequently forget to be thankful. I get so wrapped up in worrying about what might go wrong, I only look at the negative things. So, I’m going to try really hard to be more optimistic, and trust that the worst isn’t always going to happen.