I love my job.
So, I love my job. Not just my job, though, but the people I work with. We're like a family, really. It's so much better than any other job I've had. Yesterday was kind of a crappy day, like, really, really bad. I had this awful argument with my family and then left for work and bawled the whole way there. So I went in the back door and then into the staff office and there were a couple of people I work with including one of the managers and the director. So the manager, he looks at me and it's obvious I've been crying and he asks (not sarcastically or anything--he can be a dork and teases people all the time, but he can be serious and all that when needed, like right then), "'Is everything okay?" and so I'm trying not to burst into tears again and said, 'Well, I've been better, but I've been worse too, so I'm alright, I guess.' Big Fat Lie. I mean, it was technically true--I *had* been better and I *had* been worse, but right then, I was definitely *not* alright. And so both he and the director are all, "Is there anything we can do? What's going on?" And that was it. I really almost did start sobbing. I was crying and trying not to and the director, bless her heart, took me into her office and we sat and talked for like half an hour and she just...she offered me everything from staying to do my hours to going to lunch with someone on staff (herself, one of the other managers or the volunteer coordinator or whoever) to going home or even to her house--I've gone out with her son a few times and he's a nice guy, definitely a good friend and more if he'd like, but yeah...
I've known her a long time--I was a volunteer for this organization years ago when I was in elementary, I'm 22 now. When I came in for my interview, she remembered me. She's always been a wonderful, sweet lady and I really really respect and admire her and...I can't even express how much...This place, these people...they're the only ones I've worked with who actually seem to give a damn about you on a personal level. I mean, there's always the concern you have for a coworker, but we really are like a family. We do our best to help each other and support each other. Of course, it works both ways and we do get snippy and annoyed and upset with each other, but it always blows over because we really do care so much about everyone who works there or volunteers there...
Anyway, so in the end I left. I was so not in the right frame of mind to be there and I guess I could've said I'd do some kind of office work--there are always projects to be done that don't require customer interaction, but we had some younger volunteers around too and they were already doing stuff and I didn't want to depress everybody or worry everybody by being there and being depressing. So I left and went to the public library nearby.
I just needed to vent it all out, not that I think anybody actually reads my journal...And if anybody reading this also works at the place I do--thanks for being a good friend. I really do love all of you guys. God Bless!
I've known her a long time--I was a volunteer for this organization years ago when I was in elementary, I'm 22 now. When I came in for my interview, she remembered me. She's always been a wonderful, sweet lady and I really really respect and admire her and...I can't even express how much...This place, these people...they're the only ones I've worked with who actually seem to give a damn about you on a personal level. I mean, there's always the concern you have for a coworker, but we really are like a family. We do our best to help each other and support each other. Of course, it works both ways and we do get snippy and annoyed and upset with each other, but it always blows over because we really do care so much about everyone who works there or volunteers there...
Anyway, so in the end I left. I was so not in the right frame of mind to be there and I guess I could've said I'd do some kind of office work--there are always projects to be done that don't require customer interaction, but we had some younger volunteers around too and they were already doing stuff and I didn't want to depress everybody or worry everybody by being there and being depressing. So I left and went to the public library nearby.
I just needed to vent it all out, not that I think anybody actually reads my journal...And if anybody reading this also works at the place I do--thanks for being a good friend. I really do love all of you guys. God Bless!