I had to go to orientation for my new job yesterday. You know, because it totally makes sense to get oriented to your workplace over a month after you originally started.
It was pretty much the typical shit you would expect from an orientation. Lots of happy feel good crap about how we are the cream of the crop, etc. (because I totally did NOT get this job because of the people I knew or anything like that. Nope, not at all...) and how HONORED the senior management is to have us working for them. Then they threw in all the expected boring ass shit about HIPPA and getting fired for running your mouth and where to park and how to check your e-mail.
It threw me for a loop, though, when they showed the video about Fish. It is basically this show about these guys who work in a fish market and they throw fish around all day. And that is exactly how they introduced it, and I totally thought that they were joking until they showed it and that was exactly what it was, men throwing fish.
Except....they really liked their jobs. They really had fun. They were...playing. While at work. While LIVING THEIR LIVES.
Holy fuck. These guys worked 14 hour days; had to get up at 5 AM, smelled like dead fish all day long...and they were enjoying life. What the hell do I have to complain about? I have a job I (mostly) love, a roof over my head, I (mostly) am able to pay my bills, I have three beautiful children...yet I often find the worst things to focus on. I have to get up earlier than I want. I sometimes have to work late. I don't have the house I want. I have a chronic autoimmune disease... but I am still alive.
I came to the conclusion that my attitude did, in fact, need to shift. How quickly I forgot the exercise I did over Thanksgiving where I came up with something I was thankful for during all 30 days of November. This is a stretch for me. I am, by nature, one to see the negative in things. I used to view it as being a realist and pragmatic. Maybe I need to start looking for the magic in things.
I need more fish in my life.