Once there was a young woman who didn’t like her job. Everyday when she came home from work, she told her husband how terrible her day had been, how tiring the work and how unreasonable her boss. “Leave that job,” her husband told her.
“Oh I will” she said. “But not yet. I have too many friends there for me to leave just yet.” And so she complained until the days became years and her family grew to five. “Leave that job,” her children told her. “Oh I will” she said. “But not yet. I have seniority and four weeks vacation I can spend with you. I’m not ready to start over just yet.
And so she remained unhappy at work until the years became decades and her children had children. “Leave that job,” her grandchildren told her. “Oh I will,” she said. “But not yet. There’s only seven more years until I reach thirty years of service and can retire. So I can’t just yet.”
I know this woman. And scores like her. People who (continue reading →)