Take this one, for instance:
I hand-copied this map (and then cut it up, as directed) for the children's Sunday School large group to use at some point in September. It was fun and I enjoyed doing it.
Other tasks aren't as much fun. Some are boring, some may be heart-breaking, or they may just be disagreeable. But still they are MY tasks: things that must be done in my specific area: things that are my responsibility.
That's true for all of us, in every aspect of our lives, whether it's concerning our vocations or our private lives. It's up to each one of us to do the things that must be done. We can grumble and complain the whole time, or we can use the opportunity to bring glory to God.
My Grandma Nell had this poem framed above her kitchen sink:
Thank God for dirty dishes.
They have a tale to tell.
While others may go hungry
we're eating very well.
For by the stack of evidence
I shouldn't want to fuss.
With home and health and happiness
God's been good to us.
There is a world of wisdom there. Thankfulness is not practiced nearly as much as it should be.