It's an odd thing to say. Hate is a strong word, but it's the only one that comes to mind.

I hate that I love my job.

I love my job so much that, even on the bad days where it's tiring, stressful, or annoying, I still love it. I know that I'm making a difference in someone's life. I'm being helpful to other people, and I am building life skills while learning work skills to help in my ultimate career goal. However, I hate that I love my job.

I sometimes talk about what was a stressful day, and whoever I talk to will tell me how "crappy" I have it. They sometimes ask why I don't quit. I've even been asked why I even chose my job in the first place. Well, long story short, I chose it because it's what I wanted to do, and I love it.

I am constantly having to defend my career choices to other people, but that's okay. I take it as them just being jealous that I'm doing something that I actually want to do. They don't know how to react when I say that I was able to get a job in my chosen field right out of school, and they're trying to make me feel bad when they don't necessarily enjoy what they're doing. I take it as they're trying to bring me down, but I still have a strong disdain for having to defend my job to people that do not understand.

I hate that I love my job, but I still really do love my job.

Of course I have bad days. Of course there a moments that test my patience, and OF COURSE there are times that I wish I could be doing something different. However, I still love my job.

I love that it tests me. I love that I'm challenged. I love that it's not the same thing everyday. I love that it's not a job for everyone. I love that I'm doing something that's going to make a difference in someone's life one day. I love having pride in the place I work, and I love the fact that my office genuinely seems to care about one another.

I just hate that I love my job.

I wish I could complain with everyone else sometimes. I want to be able to relate to people who honestly have such bad days that they second guess why they're doing with their lives. I wish I could understand those feelings and be able to be empathetic towards the person. I want to be able to know those feelings, but I don't. I love my job.

It's something different to be able to say that I love my job. Not everyone is as lucky as I am. Some people need the jobs that they hate in order to live. Some people need the jobs they have in order to provide for their children. I am lucky enough that my job supports my life style 90% of the time, and I never have to worry about having a roof over my head so long as I don't get fired. My job provides me shelter, food, and money to pay my bills.

I love my job, but I hate that I love my job.