There’s a part of me that craves economic stability. It annoys me that I work in private education, where I get paid by the hour, and don’t get paid for summers (what is a being teacher without being paid for holidays?) where if I had the EGA (Basque exam) and a Spanish passport I could do the exam, get a civil servants wage, get 14 payments a year instead of 8. Why can’t I be happy that I work in a place where I’m treated like family and where I genuinely like all the people I work with?
Recently, two friends got some good news. One got her dream job. Another got made permanent at his. Both complained to me immediately:
But the people I work with seem so burned out. It’s not a dynamic environment. I don’t want to become like them.
But I won’t have any time off between this job starting and that one finishing.
I do exactly the same, and I had even more extreme thought processes when I got my job online. After getting what I had wanted, I immediately thought: “Well, if they hired me, anyone can do this. Ergo, this is shit”.
Time to go back to gratitude lists, and try to balance the chimpanzee brain that always strives for more.