Right? This job is pressure. Which is good.
It keeps my mind very active. It drains me mentally. The fast pace drains me physically. At the end of the day I feel good just because I lived through it.
I tell myself and others tell me, it will get better. Actually, it is getting better. BUT, I feel they are testing even more. How much pressure can one handle? The day consists of being told of all the things I did wrong. Some of the things, I believe, I did right? Who knows, I'm not going to question. Just keep trying my best.
Up side of this is, I think I'm losing weight. The stress and pressure is taking it toll. Sure, we get free donuts, muffins, coffee and tea, All other items are at a 30% discount. In an 8 hour shift we get two 15 minute breaks. Plus, a 5 minute break just before quitting time? Maybe some, can consume a lot of food in 15 minutes. I find, by the time I make, (you have to make your own sandwich) and pay for my sandwich and eat it, break is over.
Many people join health clubs to lose weight. Not me, I just need a job. My self-inflictive insecurity and lack of confidence will do the trick for me. AND, I get paid to do this.
It's not about me. ....everything got started in him and finds its purpose in him. Colossians 1:16
1 comment:
Way to go Annemarie!I admire you so much!You are not afraid to take on a challenge in anything you do.I wish I could be you! You Go Girl!
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