Hate my job

I'm spoiled. I think that's why I hate my job. I want to be respected. I want to be appreciated. I want to do meaningful things. But every time you switch, you start out having to prove yourself again. I've gone through a logistical nightmare (slight exaggeration) where the ball has just been dropped in many ways. People forget I'm starting. People not doing what they say they will. False information given about orientation. But... I still have a job. I'm still getting paid. It's just not what I want. I want something more interesting, where I learn and am challenged and grow.

But not getting what you want is not the end of the world. The millennial lie of always doing what's most fulfilling. In some ways, it's appreciate what you have. Like really appreciate it. Like really really appreciate it.

And death is not the end of the world, which I just found out is the realistic outcome of someone I know who's going through cancer. Death for believers is not the end. Praise God for Heaven. But the pain of the family left behind... that's hard... that's heavy. The pain of people suffering... that's also real.

I can't right now.