Must I suffer?

Right now I am suppose to be doing this online ethics course as an IRB requirement for the University that is kindly lending me their data.  What a drag!  I am so sick of looking at the screen of words, scenarios, and case studies.  I can barely progress because the task seems so overwhelmingly long.  Nevertheless, I must complete the damn thing!  I am trying to change the way I look at this circumstance.  I am trying to believe that this is not really a process of suffering but a process of . . . yeah, I got nothin'.  

WHY!

Okay.  That's enough crying and moaning, I guess.  Now I should go back to the other window and get cracking.  I need to recondition myself to this type of labor- dull, constant, never-ending.  I know, it doesn't sound like I'm doing a good job of changing the way I look at this thing.  Let's see . . . okay, I will be so much more knowledgeable about human subjects research!  It will be a benefit to my future students to have such a learned instructor.  I will be able to impart the gift of knowledge onto them.  The online course is free.  Can you beat free!  That's so much less than the tuition bill I got in the mail today.  It doesn't matter that I wouldn't have chosen this of my own free will.  It's free education and it's all mine.  

Oh lucky me!

-Cas