I don't understand the motivation inherant in telling co-workers "This job sucks".

I don't think it's in my nature to understand.

Given how depressing and painful the last month has been, and with the knowledge that the next two months will be worse, I do realize that times are tough. But the knowledge that a job is difficult or tough is not why I wake up in the morning. Instead, I revel in the things there are to look forward to.

I look forward to seeing the leaders excited to meet the first years they'll be working with.
I look forward to seeing the first years excited about starting at University in Math, and about meeting their leaders and discovering campus for the first time in ages, and all the innocence that comes with them.
I look forward to seeing Ian on stage with a mic, excited about talking to all the first years.
I look forward to seeing Samir enthusiastic about all the mass people who he can meet, and learn about and get to know.
I look forward to seeing Brandon pleasantly pleased that everything is going smoothly, and relaxing.
I look forward to food seeing things unravel well, and enjoying the week for the first time as co-ordinators.
I look forward to the teamsters eagerly dressing up the van, and personalizing it with their own touches.
I look forward to the various odds and ends shots photography will come up with.
I look forward to the first years staying late at tie guard, with no responsibilities, chilling with tie guard, and honoured at being able to join them in guarding the tie.

I look forward to seeing the pink tie on the side of the MC wall.

For these reasons do I crawl out of bed in the morning, and for these reasons do I work at getting leaders together, and getting events arranged, and getting forms and people and venues filled and content and booked. And I try to share this with those around me who are working just as hard, and with just as much frustration.

A position can be difficult, and hard, such that it makes one hateful and spiteful and resentful. But if it has to get done, it won't get done focussing on the desire to drop it like a rock, and the desire to leave and the desire to run away. It gets done by finding the small things there will be to enjoy, and focussing on those. Training at 5am isn't about the disgustingly early mornings, it's about the hope that one will be all the better prepared for the meet. And it's by being bitter and passing that bitterness to others that prevent oneself and others from lifting up and surviving the obstacles.