Well, if it makes you feel any better, I wore that beautiful motoring scarf you made for me today. I always get lots of compliments on it. It's gorgeous. :)
Also, we got your postcard today! Thanks very much for it! Keep an eye on your own mailbox. ;)
I know how you feel with the performance anxiety issues. That's kinda how I feel about all this training I've had so far. We go through it so fast I don't feel like anything is sticking with me. *sigh*
You'll get the hang of it.
Thanks for your kind words in my last post, too. Miss you guys.
Miss you too. I agree: training so fast sucks. Especially on-the-job training, because you're all working, and you have to bug someone who's busy to get an answer (I HATE doing that).
I totally get the stressing. It might help to keep in your head (dealing with questioning) that it is much better to ask and feel dumb, but ensure you're doing the right thing, than to not ask, guess, and get it wrong. Asking a question of someone won't last as long in their minds as having to fix a mistake. And the till thing? I get ya there. Major stress point for me in a money-changing job, mainly because I'm really not good with numbers. But I did my best, made sure I was concentrating on the numbers when i needed to, and I did okay. *whew*
And remember, anxious feelings about your performance means that you *care* about your performance, and that will stick in the minds of people who matter.
Oh, you can bet I did enjoy that cookie dough. Too much of it, in fact. ;) And thank you for your understanding words.
What really torqued me about asking questions yesterday was that, normally, I have the same feeling about asking questions as you do (that it is better to ask and feel dumb, and make sure you're doing the right thing, than not ask, guess, and totally fuck up); but for some reason, my questions felt repetitive, and like I should have been able to figure out the question for myself. More than one forehead-smacking 'duh!' moment. Or doing things I've already done and finding out I wasn't doing them quite right; that sort of thing. So the insecurity became cumulative, leaving me feeling crappy by the end of the day.
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Well, if it makes you feel any better, I wore that beautiful motoring scarf you made for me today. I always get lots of compliments on it. It's gorgeous. :)
Also, we got your postcard today! Thanks very much for it! Keep an eye on your own mailbox. ;)
Loves and hugs from the hole in the ground.
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I know how you feel with the performance anxiety issues. That's kinda how I feel about all this training I've had so far. We go through it so fast I don't feel like anything is sticking with me. *sigh*
You'll get the hang of it.
Thanks for your kind words in my last post, too. Miss you guys.
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I totally get the stressing. It might help to keep in your head (dealing with questioning) that it is much better to ask and feel dumb, but ensure you're doing the right thing, than to not ask, guess, and get it wrong. Asking a question of someone won't last as long in their minds as having to fix a mistake. And the till thing? I get ya there. Major stress point for me in a money-changing job, mainly because I'm really not good with numbers. But I did my best, made sure I was concentrating on the numbers when i needed to, and I did okay. *whew*
And remember, anxious feelings about your performance means that you *care* about your performance, and that will stick in the minds of people who matter.
Enjoy that cookie dough :)
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What really torqued me about asking questions yesterday was that, normally, I have the same feeling about asking questions as you do (that it is better to ask and feel dumb, and make sure you're doing the right thing, than not ask, guess, and totally fuck up); but for some reason, my questions felt repetitive, and like I should have been able to figure out the question for myself. More than one forehead-smacking 'duh!' moment. Or doing things I've already done and finding out I wasn't doing them quite right; that sort of thing. So the insecurity became cumulative, leaving me feeling crappy by the end of the day.
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