Anyway, there's a hashtag going around in which people say things like:
I had to walk 15 minutes to get to my car today #firstworldproblems
This salad doesn't have nearly enough tomatoes in it #firstworldproblems
My stomach hurts from eating too much Halloween candy #firstworldproblems
I'm ashamed to say that I find a lot of these complaints coming out of my mouth these days. So lets play Cognitive Behavioral Therapy!
I was force canceled from work again because we have too many nurses and not enough sick babies.
Yes, it's stressful, but fewer sick babies is a good problem to have. And I'm blessed to have the PTO to pay for these unplanned days off. Sure, I'd rather use it on a long-overdue vacation, but all my co-workers who did go on nice vacations this summer and didn't hoard their PTO are having to go un-paid these days. Times like these do make me question a career choice where my livelihood depends on having sick babies in the world, though.
I can't get a good night's sleep these days even though I'm so tired.
But I have a nice bed and a warm apartment and a full stomach. Sometimes you can't win them all.
Running is such a convenient workout but now that I've been banned for the winter, getting a workout in is a huge, time-consuming ordeal.
Duh, at least I'm healthy enough to be able to work out and I have insurance that affords me a great physical therapist. And really, I'd be frustrated with running right now anyway thanks to fall asthma.
There's a weekend bonus position open at work. In exchange for working every Saturday and Sunday and forgoing a social life and Sunday church for the next 6 months, I'd be making a lot more money. Given the phone call we got Thursday night, more money sure would be nice. I. Just. Can't. Decide.
There's a point at which talking things over ad nauseam isn't going to change anything. I told my manager to put my name in. May she with the most seniority win. What happens, happens. In the meantime, I'm applying for lots of PRN nursing jobs. Job security feels a lot more fragile these days.
On the other hand, last week's sermon at church mentioned that people who wrote down what they were thankful for every night were significantly happier than those who wrote down what went wrong that day, or even just what happened that day. So you better believe that the Month of Thanksgiving has been extended.