Riding up in the elevator this morning I was struck by the comment of a fellow rider.  She said "I wished I was going the other way".  Meaning that she wished she was going back home instead of into the office.

I couldn't help myself so I said "there's just more work at home for you to do" which got me a "God point.  At least I get paid here".  Maybe she'll have a better day because of it.  But I want to take it a little farther. 

We always talk about "getting away" or "work would be great if only xxxxx" or "my day would be better if xxxxx person didn't make me crazy".  Some of us succumb to this thinking and dread of going into work.  After a while we may just give up and look for another job.  But if we change jobs (some do it a lot in search of that magical perfect gig) because we feel unfulfilled are we doing it for the right reasons?

Sure, if your job is a toxic environment that royally sucks then by all means get out.  What if it isn't the job, but how you look at it?  If we continue searching for the right job to fulfill all that's missing in our lives without truly looking at how we approach our days aren't we just trading one prison cell for another? 

It is up to us everyday to find meaning and satisfaction in what we do.  Almost every job I can think of produces something, helps someone, or provides a critical supporting service.  If you look closely enough you will find that what you do makes a difference in a process, company, or another person's life.  We just have to take the time to pay attention and get over ourselves.