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I Hate My Job
Published: 4/4/2012 11:07:58 PM


Hello. My name is Brian. And I hate my job.

Alright, so maybe only one of those statements is actually true. My name isBrian, but I don't really hate my job. At this point in my career, I am comfortable with my position. God has blessed me with a solid position within a stable firm that supports not just myself, but three others as well. Within this firm, God has surrounded me with people who I enjoy spending a significant chunk of my day with...or can at least tolerate for a significant chunk of my day. It is truly a blessing.

Yet "I hate my job."

I confess, these are four words that I have uttered on more than one occasion, not just in this job, but in each and every of the many jobs I have held over the years; high school through today. Even if those four little words hadn't been uttered, the feeling has been there. Unhappiness over a lack of upward mobility, disgust with office politics, disappointment of a lack of perceived value; these have all been unfortunate blemishes in an otherwise fulfilling career. And even when one of these blemishes clears up, another one seems to appear or an existing one becomes more prominent.

"I hate my job."

In Luther's description of the first article of the Apostles' Creed, something I recite in church every Sunday, he says "{God} richly and daily provides me with all that I need to support this body and life." God has placed me in the position that I'm in. Not just to support myself, but to support my wife and my two small children. It is a responsibility and a blessing. It is something scripture is very clear about; I am entirely undeserving of this blessing.

And my response to God's generous gift on more than one occasion: "I hate my job."

Quite frankly, it's a sentiment that has only reared it's ugly head on a handful of occasions, in moments of extreme stress, and was gone as quickly as it came. Then everything is back to normal, and I no longer "hate my job." So saying "I hate my job" from time to time can't be all bad, right?

I know I'm wrong. I know God has "richly and daily" provided me with the abilities and skills to do what I do so that my family is provided "all that {we} need to support" ourselves here on earth. Yet as saint and sinner, I know there have been and will be times where I just can't handle the stress (or in down times, the lack of stress). There will have been and will be times where I can not spend one more second dealing with that person on the other end of the phone. There have been and will be times where I just can't sit in the 5' x 5' cubicle and stare at that spreadsheet on my monitor. Those times have filled me with ingratitude of the very thing that sustains me here on earth. Those times have made me want to jump out of my skin or want to stand up in a huff, walk out the front door and never come back.

Those times have resulted in me "hating" my job.

In this, I know I am not alone. I know others, including faithful God fearing Christians who have felt this same way at times throughout their careers. Even though I may not have always understood the magnitude of saying "I hate my job", I have understood that ingratitude for a undeserving gift that sustains me here on earth is sinful. It comforting to know that I can trust in God's providence to meet my needs daily in spite of this sinfulness; even in spite of the times of expressing my thanklessness for that very providence. I know that in those times of "hating my job", I can look to God for strength to endure those tough situations. And most comforting; knowing that in Christ Jesus, I can come to God the Father with a repentant heart, ask for God's forgiveness, and know with confidence that I am forgiven.


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