Today sucked.
I thought the period was over, but it evidently wasn’t. I hit the high point for emotionalism today, and then got some fresh spotting in the afternoon. By the time I made it home after my Workday from Hell, there was quite a bit of blood to clean up–fortunately I’ve been wearing a pad “just in case”.
If that was too much information…well, I don’t fucking care.
Work was just horrible–or, as I put it to AJ, “SUCKITY SUCK SUCK SUCK”. I have like three times the responsibilities now, but I’m still being paid $6.50 an hour. This week was especially stressful because of the new delivery service. I had to take orders and dispatch the driver, and every time something went wrong I would get really upset. I hate not providing good service, and I hate having dissatisfied customers. It’s our job to please them, so when we fail, I feel that we are just screwed.
Due to this perfectionism about customer service, I don’t think that high-pressure customer service jobs are right for me. But you know, I guess that doesn’t really matter when we can’t afford to give me what I’m worth, much less hire someone else.
Add to this my regular responsibilities, plus my boss throwing new things in my inbox all. the freaking. time. and you have a recipe for me sitting on the toilet in the office bathroom bawling my eyes out.
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Anonymous said…
Wow, I guess I’m not the only one thats done the sitting on the toilet at work bawling thing. Really frustrating isn’t it? If it helps, remember though work is just work. Its not your life, its not even way up there on the importantthings of life. Family friends and self, not necessarily in that order, are what really matter. I’m not saying to blow off work, I’m just saying remember, just like they hired you, if you went out with a nervous breakdown or something, they’d hire someone else. Where I work at most of the peopl eare set to retire any day now, so I”ve already seen 2 retire, and within a year of their retirement the bosses/coworkers have basically forgotten all about them. Outta sight, outta mind. Or, what Kelly would probably say about this situation, what he has said in the past to me, when you’re on your deathbed no one ever thinks/says “I wish I had worked more/harder at this or that job” Ok, I’m rambling. I’ll stop. *hugs*
Saturday, May 22, 2004 7:38:00 AM
mari said…
Well, I just posted a big long comment about how I’ve been there )sitting on the toilet @ work crying) and about how you need to realize that work is just work and there are more important thing s(self, family, friends), but when I posted it I forgot and left it on anonymous, so it didn’t post.
So, I’ll say the most important part: *hugs* :)
Saturday, May 22, 2004 7:40:00 AM
Heather Meadows said…
Thanks :)
*hug*
I think what made it doubly annoying for me was that up until this week, I’ve really enjoyed my work. I’m just being asked to do a lot of stuff I don’t want to do now.
The idea that a job is something that doesn’t matter in the long run is not one that sets easy with me. It makes me feel like I’m doomed to waste so much of my life doing things I don’t want to do. That’s why I’m going to start my own business…I just need to learn more about how to do it first.
I think I’ve chosen a good idea, one that will keep me interested for many years and inspire me to enjoy working hard at it. We’ll see.
Saturday, May 22, 2004 11:24:00 AM