Do you complain?
I have a solution to that, though it might not be ideal because it takes more work than complaining and ignoring responsibility.
Pay attention. Go to a Denny’s and notice the dishwasher in the back, working under grueling conditions, covered in condiments and sweat. Have a conversation with that person and be genuinely curious about them and their life. You will likely notice they do not complain about their job (If they do, this is an easy thing to work around if you just talk about who they are outside of that job).
They work in a demanding place with no natural light, get less credit than people in the front of the house get (you get tips and compliments as a direct reward for good service and hard work) and likely make the least out of everyone in that building.
But they still show up to work, keep their head down and work their ass off.
Take a taxi ride in any big city. More often than not, your driver is going to be from a different country. Have a conversation with them about their work, about their life, about their families. Many times, they work every waking hour possible, in a faceless job, for people that are stressed and in a rush. They spend their literally entire lives, working a job that might lack fulfillment (though hopefully, not) and appreciation - Just so they can provide for their children. A lot of these people were born in extremely complicated countries, remembering times in their childhood of deep poverty and sometimes, war and death. The amount of sacrificial decisions and extremely hard work that had to perfectly come together to give them an opportunity to escape and provide for their families is beyond valiant.
And now, they sacrifice their time to help everyone in their families (and extended families) have a good life with the opportunity that was afforded to them. They are a martyr. They are a hero in their family.
When they talk about their families, this will almost always be a very positive subject. They will talk about their children and their wife with deep admiration. They will enjoy talking about those simple moments, clawed in the minutes in between jamming down food and going back to work early the next morning, where their children help them realize what they are sacrificing their life for. These people are heroes, at least in their own families, and should be revered as such. If you cannot look at a man or woman like that and be humbled and equalized, then perhaps it is time to realize that you only you can improve your perspective and quit being so immature.
