Where Are the MEN?

See this?

That's my High Horse, and I'm about to hop on...

I was shamelessly eavesdropping the other day and heard a group of college-age boys complaining about their jobs. Apparently, at least three of the four or five in the group worked at the same place of business, because they were agreeing about certain aspects of the same job. The consensus was that the bosses were out to get them, the conditions they were forced to work under were unfair and those who were doing well at their job were somehow scheming and cheating to get ahead.

Now, perhaps, somewhere, in some job, someplace, there's an employee who harbors these same frustrations for good reason. Maybe his boss is out to get him and maybe his working conditions are unfair and maybe others are scheming and cheating to get ahead, and I have nothing to say about that person. I've never been in his shoes. My employers have been mostly fair to me and coworkers friendly over the past twelve or so years I've been officially in the workforce. But here's the thing... the job these kids were whining about? I've done it. I did the exact same job, in the exact same circumstances, with probably a lot of the same bosses. So I think I have, well, maybe not the right, but the understanding, to comment on what I overheard. And on second thought, I believe I DO have the right to comment, as well, since, well, I'm me. So, here goes.

It's your job. You sit there and work. They pay you. So man up and stop whining.

And even IF your bosses are out to get you, your working conditions are unfair and your coworkers are scheming and cheating to get ahead... so what. It's your job. You sit there and work. They pay you. So man up and stop whining.

It's moments like this that make me want to go rub sand paper on Cowboys hands, put vinegar in his sippy cup, or make him walk barefoot in the snow for a few days.

Am I right or am I right? You don't have to answer... I already know I'm right.