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Today, in the store, I found something I'd labeled back in June 2006.
My first task in my first job ever was to go through this massive bags full of numbered tabs and sort them by numerical order. It sucked. Very much busy work for the new girl. But I did it.
And I'm looking at one of the labels I'd made for the "80-89" bag-- I'd turned the holes in the number 8 into smiley faces. And I stopped and thought, "Wow." Because if somebody gave me that job now, I'd be very much "Get this OVER already" and wouldn't stop to loiter and draw smiley faces and doodles or whatever.
And then my manager pulled me aside and gave me a compliment, which is rare, and it was a MAJOR compliment, which happens once in a blue moon, telling me I've matured a lot, that she can see the difference with how I deal with people and my tasks, and that I'm performing beautifully.
Telling me that I'm maturing as a person is possibly one of the best compliments somebody can give me. And I mean, I know I'm maturing with my work ethic-- I try my best to do all the Necessary Shit, Even If It Sucks, because if I don't do my share of the work, it means somebody else is going to have to do it. And I hate being That Asshole who makes everybody else's job worse. If I'm going to do something, I might as well attempt to do it right (though this is partly out of selfishness-- if something isn't done right, there's a chance I'm going to be given a task where the isn't-done-right is going to fuck me over).
(LOLZ this is after telling me that a display I'd made "looks terrible." I don't feel at all guilty because I am 100% upfront about being shittastic at making displays)
Now if I could only get one of those raises I was supposed to get that never came through (though I -AM- going to request for vacation time for when I'm at Ascendio. It accumulates after two years, and even with all the coming and going, I know I've been around for at least two, closer to three)
My first task in my first job ever was to go through this massive bags full of numbered tabs and sort them by numerical order. It sucked. Very much busy work for the new girl. But I did it.
And I'm looking at one of the labels I'd made for the "80-89" bag-- I'd turned the holes in the number 8 into smiley faces. And I stopped and thought, "Wow." Because if somebody gave me that job now, I'd be very much "Get this OVER already" and wouldn't stop to loiter and draw smiley faces and doodles or whatever.
And then my manager pulled me aside and gave me a compliment, which is rare, and it was a MAJOR compliment, which happens once in a blue moon, telling me I've matured a lot, that she can see the difference with how I deal with people and my tasks, and that I'm performing beautifully.
Telling me that I'm maturing as a person is possibly one of the best compliments somebody can give me. And I mean, I know I'm maturing with my work ethic-- I try my best to do all the Necessary Shit, Even If It Sucks, because if I don't do my share of the work, it means somebody else is going to have to do it. And I hate being That Asshole who makes everybody else's job worse. If I'm going to do something, I might as well attempt to do it right (though this is partly out of selfishness-- if something isn't done right, there's a chance I'm going to be given a task where the isn't-done-right is going to fuck me over).
(LOLZ this is after telling me that a display I'd made "looks terrible." I don't feel at all guilty because I am 100% upfront about being shittastic at making displays)
Now if I could only get one of those raises I was supposed to get that never came through (though I -AM- going to request for vacation time for when I'm at Ascendio. It accumulates after two years, and even with all the coming and going, I know I've been around for at least two, closer to three)