On a moral scale from one to ten, how bad do you think it is that I periodically ... ok, frequently ... go to Starbucks and order nothing besides a glass of water?
What can I say? When you're broke, you're broke ... and when you need a place to sit and read, ... you get the idea.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Jinx
I think I jinxed myself with the post in which I expressed my anxieties about work, for no more than one week later, I was called into a meeting wherein I was told, in no uncertain terms, that my job was officially on the line.
Though it may not have in actuality caused a hex to fall upon me, I am thankful that I wrote the post. Had I not written things hypothetically in my defense, I may not have had the presence of mind to answer when asked what I had to say for myself in the meeting.
For about a week I wallowed in self pity. During that week, I seriously considered quitting. To say that I was distraught would be a gross understatement. But, breaking the mold of my usual behaviour, I picked myself up by my bootstraps and threw myself into my work.
For weeks, I did everything I could think of to stay productive. I also became more proactive. When things came up, either positive or negative, I kept my manager abreast of the situation. I asked my coworkers lots of questions and learned from their examples.
About a week ago, I went to a convention with two of my coworkers, and the owner of the company (the one who spearheaded the meeting). I was a bit nervous at the start, but I really feel like I came into my own very quickly.
I felt like the owner was sizing me up. Many times, when I was alone in our booth (selling orchestra supplies), I'd catch a glimpse of the owner in my peripheral vision; he was undoubtedly watching me, I feel to judge my performance. As the convention progressed, I noticed subtle changes in the way he addressed me. On the (six hour) ride home, my coworker, without me prompting her, said she noticed the same.
I came home from the convention a different employee, and for the better. I bonded with my coworkers. I gained a little respect from my boss. I feel more confident. It was a good trip.
Yesterday, the owner called me into his office and sat me down. He told me he was hiring another woman to fill a similar position to mine. I kept my cool, but I couldn't help but wonder if he was finally replacing me. And then he said something that floored me: "This is in no way a demotion. I see you're becoming more assertive, and maturing in your position. I like that, and I want to see it continue."
She will be taking a bit of my work load, so I may be put in the retail store for one day per week. Not a terrible thing. It'd offer me a bit more flexibility, and has a lot of potential for what I want to do down the line ... which I'll tell more about later.
For now, this is enough. Things are going better, and I'll leave it like that.
G'night.
Though it may not have in actuality caused a hex to fall upon me, I am thankful that I wrote the post. Had I not written things hypothetically in my defense, I may not have had the presence of mind to answer when asked what I had to say for myself in the meeting.
For about a week I wallowed in self pity. During that week, I seriously considered quitting. To say that I was distraught would be a gross understatement. But, breaking the mold of my usual behaviour, I picked myself up by my bootstraps and threw myself into my work.
For weeks, I did everything I could think of to stay productive. I also became more proactive. When things came up, either positive or negative, I kept my manager abreast of the situation. I asked my coworkers lots of questions and learned from their examples.
About a week ago, I went to a convention with two of my coworkers, and the owner of the company (the one who spearheaded the meeting). I was a bit nervous at the start, but I really feel like I came into my own very quickly.
I felt like the owner was sizing me up. Many times, when I was alone in our booth (selling orchestra supplies), I'd catch a glimpse of the owner in my peripheral vision; he was undoubtedly watching me, I feel to judge my performance. As the convention progressed, I noticed subtle changes in the way he addressed me. On the (six hour) ride home, my coworker, without me prompting her, said she noticed the same.
I came home from the convention a different employee, and for the better. I bonded with my coworkers. I gained a little respect from my boss. I feel more confident. It was a good trip.
Yesterday, the owner called me into his office and sat me down. He told me he was hiring another woman to fill a similar position to mine. I kept my cool, but I couldn't help but wonder if he was finally replacing me. And then he said something that floored me: "This is in no way a demotion. I see you're becoming more assertive, and maturing in your position. I like that, and I want to see it continue."
She will be taking a bit of my work load, so I may be put in the retail store for one day per week. Not a terrible thing. It'd offer me a bit more flexibility, and has a lot of potential for what I want to do down the line ... which I'll tell more about later.
For now, this is enough. Things are going better, and I'll leave it like that.
G'night.
Kinky
I have a hicky on my chin. The very tip of it. And it's kind of big.
Merry, in an attempt to cheer me up (I'm terrified of seeing my dentist tomorrow morning), playfully sucked on my chin. Apparently a little too hard.
However amusing it may be, I do have to venture forth into the wide world tomorrow, and don't know that I have a particularly plausible fib.
Ah well. Such is life, and I'll get over myself soon.
Here. Have a picture.
Merry, in an attempt to cheer me up (I'm terrified of seeing my dentist tomorrow morning), playfully sucked on my chin. Apparently a little too hard.
However amusing it may be, I do have to venture forth into the wide world tomorrow, and don't know that I have a particularly plausible fib.
Ah well. Such is life, and I'll get over myself soon.
Here. Have a picture.
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