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I wrote this last night, but it disappeared on me. It was saved as a draft, so I'm posting it today.
Tonight was the second time I've cried at work. Both times, it's been at the end of a shift, while talking to team leads. It's been unexpected both times...like I couldn't keep it from happening (I'm sure it's related to my hormone levels, actually). I cried tonight after telling Chris that I felt like some co-workers didn't think I was doing my job. It's frustrating, because I feel like I work so hard, and there's so much I have to do in the grocery section that the list is never finished. More often than not, there is only one person working in grocery, which makes it even harder to get stuff done. Yet my coworkers often seem so surprised at my lack of progress...I constantly feel like people think I'm doing a crappy job.
While I was talking to Chris, Beth, and Lauren on the way out tonight, Chris said he knows I bust my ass (his words), and that I go above and beyond what is expected to me. That was reassuring and nice to hear.
I have been recognized for my hard work/good work ethic on three different occasions in my 2 months at Target so far, so since those recognitions, I had been pretty confident that I'm doing fine. But I take my work so seriously that one little snarky comment can really hurt my feelings. I have been working since I was sixteen, which can be rare for someone my age these days, and I've taken every job I do seriously. I remember when Russ and Travis gave me a hard time at Jimmy John's, saying I wasn't pulling my weight and didn't act like I wanted to be there. I was really hurt, because I believed I was working my hardest, as I always do.
Geez...if I get this worked up over a food service job and a retail job...I can only imagine my stress levels when/if I ever get a "big person" job. Oy.
Tonight was the second time I've cried at work. Both times, it's been at the end of a shift, while talking to team leads. It's been unexpected both times...like I couldn't keep it from happening (I'm sure it's related to my hormone levels, actually). I cried tonight after telling Chris that I felt like some co-workers didn't think I was doing my job. It's frustrating, because I feel like I work so hard, and there's so much I have to do in the grocery section that the list is never finished. More often than not, there is only one person working in grocery, which makes it even harder to get stuff done. Yet my coworkers often seem so surprised at my lack of progress...I constantly feel like people think I'm doing a crappy job.
While I was talking to Chris, Beth, and Lauren on the way out tonight, Chris said he knows I bust my ass (his words), and that I go above and beyond what is expected to me. That was reassuring and nice to hear.
I have been recognized for my hard work/good work ethic on three different occasions in my 2 months at Target so far, so since those recognitions, I had been pretty confident that I'm doing fine. But I take my work so seriously that one little snarky comment can really hurt my feelings. I have been working since I was sixteen, which can be rare for someone my age these days, and I've taken every job I do seriously. I remember when Russ and Travis gave me a hard time at Jimmy John's, saying I wasn't pulling my weight and didn't act like I wanted to be there. I was really hurt, because I believed I was working my hardest, as I always do.
Geez...if I get this worked up over a food service job and a retail job...I can only imagine my stress levels when/if I ever get a "big person" job. Oy.