If you're happy and you know it

I'm convinced that most people will never like their jobs. They could be a taste tester at Godiva and not like chocolate. Or a Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition photographer and find it too humid on the beach. Glass half full, attitude mostly bad.

While I realize that I can be a bit of a Polyanna at times, I'm of the mindset that people are usually as happy as they choose to be. You meet those who struggle to make ends meet, who have lost loved ones, are working at a seemingly mindless job, and love their lives. Then there are those who, at first glance, seemingly have perfect jobs and perfect lives, and they hate themselves and what they do.

I also don't understand people who accept positions with very specific job descriptions and then proceed to spend their days telling their boss that they're unfulfilled and not fully using their talents. If you were hired as a scrub nurse, why do you feel that participating in three procedures qualifies you to perform surgery? Just because you watch it doesn't mean can do it. Not everyone has to be in charge. Sometimes you just need to sterilize the scalpel and do what you were hired to do... with a smile on your face.

Or maybe it's just me and my current soapbox.