Given everything there is to think about this week, this may seem an odd one to choose, but — I’ve noticed that a couple of my younger friends (30-ish) hate their jobs. In fact, they have hated all of their jobs, without exception, and I’m wondering what that’s about. Is it a generational thing? Or just a coincidence that I happen to know these particular folks?
I have had a lot of jobs in my life — grocery clerk, nurses’ aide, waitress, data-entry clerk, secretary, executive secretary, therapist, program manager, agency director, psychiatric social worker — and more. And I liked them all.
Of course, there’s always something. An irritating coworker; an incompetent boss; an inadequate paycheck. And I was not an ideal employee by any means. I tended to be difficult. A boss once told me he wanted to fire me (I was always late) but he couldn’t, since I was the best he had. Heh.
But still, I can’t think of one job I didn’t like. Even the ones I quit for one reason or another had redeeming qualities. Wonderful, funny coworkers; a boss I could learn from; good pay; challenging work. Something.
It occurs to me, I quit all of them, except the last. Maybe it has something to do with that? The confidence, and the economy to support the confidence, that there’s another job around the corner? I always knew — until I got sick — that I could support myself; I could take care of myself; my skills were saleable.
It saddens me to see young people so unhappy, so miserable, so full of complaint. So I wonder, is this just the time, the generation? Is such unhappiness in the world, or in the individual? How would one go about changing it, when changing the job seems to have no effect?

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