So I don’t think I’m the kind of person who needs constant praise or encouragement in the workplace, but every so often a “hey, you don’t suck at this and we don’t wish you dead” is appreciated. Because I forget that.
For the past week or two I’ve been working with this immense feeling of dread. Like I’m waiting for the other shoe to fall. Every time I make a mistake (and the general manager always calls down to make me aware of it) I feel like it’s the last one before they tell me, “Yeah, this isn’t worth it. Just go home and stay there.”
And tonight I found out that several people have been mad at me for A.) something I was completely unaware of, and B.) something I didn’t even do. Why I am the one being blamed, I don’t know. But people here don’t come up to you when they have a problem with you. It gets passed around, making other people mad, and then I’ll hear about it. “I did what? How does one even do that?” I’ll ask, because it’s news to me.
But tonight I got a brief reprieve from my feelings of doom. I was talking to the second shift manager (a woman I like tremendously) about my fear and she reassured me. She said that I’m the best night manager they’ve had here and that they (the owner and general manager, a.k.a. the stuff my nightmares are made of) know it. They’ve said it. My night manager can’t say enough nice things about me. That was a huge weight off my shoulders.
Also, on a completely unrelated note, I don’t like the last name Sexton. I’m currently reading Deception Point, by Dan Brown and that’s the main character’s last name. Every time I read it I get a little annoyed.