I have super mixed feelings about my job (I work at a newspaper). On the one hand, there is a lot that is fulfilling about the work that I do, both in terms of the type of work (editing) and the aim of our business (informing our readers about things we believe are important).
But I have come to realize lately that, not only is there kind of a culture of negativity in my workplace, worse yet, I am one of the main culprits in perpetuating it.
It's perfectly normal to blow off steam, to vent or to share a grievance or two with a friend or colleague. But I see and hear myself all too often making it a point to talk about negative things — what someone else has done wrong, a decision someone else made that I don't agree with, or other frustrations — and I've realized how little of it is actually productive in any way.
I think complaining is a little bit like gossip — it's the junk food of conversation. We're drawn to it, we do it mindlessly, and once we start, we find it hard to stop. And like junk food, complaining rarely leaves us feeling better about ourselves or our situation.
When I was a little girl, my mother used to quote the line from "Bambi" where Bambi's mother says, "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." Now, I could never give up snark altogether. But I am trying to rein in my mindless ... for lack of a better word, bitching. Because it's not doing me any good; it's not doing the people around me any good; and I can do better.
Polka dot top, leather dress, belt: All thrifted
Shoes: Old Navy
Necklace: Instagram sale
Total cost to me: About $20