Tonight is the Super Bowl! A time when men and women alike go nuts rooting for their favorite football teams while sharing beers and greasy food with family and friends. It’s the quintessential American celebration that’s observed by so many millions that it might as well be proclaimed a national holiday.
Though I may fall out of favor by admitting this, I don’t care too much for football or sports for that matter. To me, the rules and terminology are confusing and hard to follow. But because my fiancé cares and is an ardent Philadelphia sports fan I sit with him during basketball, baseball, ice hockey and, of course, football games.
I have tried to learn by asking tons of questions and my sweet fiancé patiently answers them amidst chuckles (likely directly toward my ineptitude), but the information still doesn’t sink in. I think it’s due to my apathy, but there is, however, one area of sports that always piques my interest: players’ salaries.
“What about that player there running down the field, is he good?”
“Yeah, one of the best.”
“Really, ok, how much does he make?”
“I think he recently signed an $87 million contract.”
“What?!? That’s ridiculous!”
This is the typical spirited back and forth I share with my fiancé while watching games. As someone who has been struggling with paying the bills especially during the last several months of finding a new job, these salary figures are almost painful to ponder. If only I had a tenth of what they make how much less stressful would my life be? How many more things would I be able to do more freely and easily? My mind becomes captivated by the possibilities that large amounts of money can bring.
But as I wrote in an earlier post on anger, harboring anger yields dangerous emotional and physical results. Envy is anger’s clingy cousin so no good can come from entertaining its thoughts either. My exercise in surveying players’ salaries is simply a waste of time and certainly won’t make me richer!
So tonight as I settle in to watch the Super Bowl with my fiancé and dig in to my greasy slice of pizza, I’ll create a more pleasant experience (for the both of us) by refraining from salary envy.
Happy Super Bowl Sunday!
My name is Viola Minicozzi and I’m a HR professional looking to land my dream job in Phoenix, AZ. From December 1, 2015 through March 1, 2016, I’ve committed to blogging everyday on Facebook, LinkedIn and Twitter about my progress and a host of other career related topics along the way.
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