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write_my_dreamsI meant to post this last week but decided to take the weekend as recovery time.
On Thursday evening my manager pulled me aside just before I left to tell me that I "didn't have the physical requirements needed for the job", that she didn't think I could handle the position alone, and that I didn't seem to be the right fit. I'd literally been at the job for three weeks and sick for two of those so I was baffled as to why I was cut so quickly when I was still learning the job. I thought I'd been getting better too and I was getting more confident with the duties. So I cried on the bus home which was horrible as I hate crying around people and so doing so on the bus was just delightful... not. My sister was warm and supportive and I need to get it through my head that she doesn't think I'm a pathetic loser. That's just how I see myself when I look at her and how succesful she's been with her life and her career. Ollie gave me lots of kisses and puppy loves too.
Friday I woke up with a "fuck it" attitude. The job wasn't meant to be it seems and so now I just have to find something new that'll be more suited to my interests and my career goals. It still really fucking sucks that I didn't even have a chance to prove myself but I was at least able to meet some nice people and hang out with cute animals. I'll post some pictures sometime this week. Finances are bleak but I have a short term job on Friday/Monday. Not much but I'll make around $150-$200 and then I may be babysitting my sister's boss's dog.
I'm going to try to get Chapter 2 up and posted. I'd meant to last week but my cold/cough were still sucking me dry. And now this week I'm having tendinitis flareups which is going to make jobhunting incredibly obnoxious. Trying to do all typing with my ergonomic keyboard to help my hands a little.
On Thursday evening my manager pulled me aside just before I left to tell me that I "didn't have the physical requirements needed for the job", that she didn't think I could handle the position alone, and that I didn't seem to be the right fit. I'd literally been at the job for three weeks and sick for two of those so I was baffled as to why I was cut so quickly when I was still learning the job. I thought I'd been getting better too and I was getting more confident with the duties. So I cried on the bus home which was horrible as I hate crying around people and so doing so on the bus was just delightful... not. My sister was warm and supportive and I need to get it through my head that she doesn't think I'm a pathetic loser. That's just how I see myself when I look at her and how succesful she's been with her life and her career. Ollie gave me lots of kisses and puppy loves too.
Friday I woke up with a "fuck it" attitude. The job wasn't meant to be it seems and so now I just have to find something new that'll be more suited to my interests and my career goals. It still really fucking sucks that I didn't even have a chance to prove myself but I was at least able to meet some nice people and hang out with cute animals. I'll post some pictures sometime this week. Finances are bleak but I have a short term job on Friday/Monday. Not much but I'll make around $150-$200 and then I may be babysitting my sister's boss's dog.
I'm going to try to get Chapter 2 up and posted. I'd meant to last week but my cold/cough were still sucking me dry. And now this week I'm having tendinitis flareups which is going to make jobhunting incredibly obnoxious. Trying to do all typing with my ergonomic keyboard to help my hands a little.
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