I don't have a lot of stress at work. I'm lucky in this and I know it. But I have a different kind of stress: I can barely make myself go to work these days.
I've talked about my work woes before. Not a lot has changed. I'm learning Greek because I was ordered to do so. I like Greek; I like learning. I do not, however, relish the prospect of translating Greek for the rest of my life. I would really like to do other things.
Work is work. We get through it, we come home, and hopefully we're not too tired to have a nice evening with our spouses, animals, kids, etc. But sometimes work beats you down. When there's no end in sight to a crappy situation, it's just depressing. I can bury my head in the sand with the best of them, but I'm also a realist. I know my current job is a dead end.
I've grappled with this since I first took this job. But I never imagined I would still be in it after almost seven (!) years. This is not for lack of looking, mind you, but I have awful luck. Just awful, as evidence by my tenure as a Research Assistant!
In times like these, I try to remember that God has a plan and that I'm not privy to it, just yet. I'll keep trudging on, hoping, always, for something better.