Some days I have a real hard time in the mornings. For whatever reason, since I was diagnosed with Crohns Disease 6 years ago, mornings are really rough for me. Even when I’m in remission, I still spend more time in the bathroom than I’d like to.
Either way, today was one of those rough days. I was totally feeling like shit (no pun intended) and wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed. Instead, I didn’t want to leave my girls to the wolves (also known as the Monday Craziness) so I got moving. Sometimes it takes all I have to keep a smile on my face until 5pm. That’s just how it is with a Chronic Illness.
Sometimes I get bitter though. I wish I didn’t have so much pride in my job. I am very proud of myself for supporting my family and doing what I have to. It’s hard watching my generation flake out when I’m doing my best to muster through a bad day.
For instance, my sister quit her job just because she didn’t like it. That’s her prerogative, how she’s handling it after the fact is another story though. So when I’m hauling my butt to work, and others just quit because they don’t like what they’re doing, I get bitter. It’s almost jealousy, but not quite. I could never sit at home depending on someone else again, my marriage taught me that. Some days its just rough is all.
Which got me thinking. What happened to my generations work ethic? I grew up in a working class home, my father worked on cars. I watched him bust ass to care for us, even though his job pissed him off. I’m proud to have grown up with such a great father with an awesome work ethic. It’s what fuels me through my bad days, and what I use for an example. Hell, my mother worked an office job, similar to the position I started in… and worked it through cancer. Pretty damned impressive if you ask me.
So while my generation may be lacking in the pride in a hard day’s work, or hell, not even working at all… or even in my sister’s case, looking down on someone who works a working class job (like both her parents and now myself do) while they have no employment of their own. I’ll take pride in the industry I work in (and love) and I only can hope that that I instill the same pride in my daughter. I hope that by setting a good example, even if some days I’m sick and don’t particularly want to, I’ll teach her to take pride in whatever she chooses to do. I hope I teach her to have a good work ethic and do something she enjoys as well… whether or not she has a college degree to back it up.
I guess the moral of the story is take pride in what you do, and do it well. If you’re lucky like me and get a job doing something you love, take it and run with it and be proud!