Pathetic analogies 101
Anybody remember the book That's Good! That's Bad! This was a book I read quite a bit when I was a kid. It's about a kid at a zoo with a red balloon who gets separated from his parents. It'll talk about an event and end with "Oh, that's good!" Problem is, on the next page, the first line is "No, that's bad!" and this great turn of fortune goes epically wrong for the poor child, ending the page in the line "Oh, that's bad!" Fortunately, the next page will inevitably start with "No, that's good!" It finally ends with the child being reunited with his parents at the end of the day with the line "No, that's great!"
To some extent, that's kinda how my day's been going.
Work? Good.
Red section? Bad.
Potential to make money in red section by taking on more tables? Good.
Too many tables, leading to one being royally peeved? Bad.
Surviving shift? Good.
Minor mental breakdown in the manager's office (to include small crying jag) as a result of overwork, stress, and exhaustion? Bad.
Day off? Good.
Plans getting derailed? Bad.
Getting going on purses tonight? Good.
Cutting the fringe way too short? Bad.
Subsequent planning for a trip to Hobby Lobby? Good.
Now, how many of you stopped there in the middle and went, wait, you did what? Because yes, that really did happen. I think I would've handled it better if my managers had actually yelled at me instead of being understanding, since I was worried about it and hard on myself before we even started talking, so it was a bit much for me to handle. Les tells me he's been leaning pretty hard on me and that I've performed admirably, and all I can think is, wait, this isn't normal? It's not supposed to be this crazy?
Well I'll be. There's a reason I'm going flat out of my mind.
He was also surprised to hear that I'd been living in red and that I'd been pulling six-day weeks. Evidently neither one is supposed to happen. I find this kind of funny, since he's the one who makes the schedules, but he's also trying to juggle fifty-some-odd employees and I didn't point out I was working that section with that high of a frequency because hey, I had no idea it wasn't supposed to be like that.
So I'm going to chalk all this up to a "learning experience" and never do it again. Put me the hell back in yellow now pleaseokaythanks.
In other news, my sorority president AIMed me today and told me Eboard nominated me for the position I wanted. I basically get to help plan sisterhood events (read: friendship-building social time) and I get to work with my adoptive big sister, who wins at life. For the win. :D
She also told me that my nomination for the position was unanimous, and since I'm the first person to be in this position I get to make the binder and set the bar. People are going to need a freaking pole vault to get to that bar once I'm done. :Db
They also want me to be the secretary that sends out thank you notes and stuff. Easy job.
But yeah, it's just about crash time for me. Goodness knows I need it tonight. :D;
To some extent, that's kinda how my day's been going.
Work? Good.
Red section? Bad.
Potential to make money in red section by taking on more tables? Good.
Too many tables, leading to one being royally peeved? Bad.
Surviving shift? Good.
Minor mental breakdown in the manager's office (to include small crying jag) as a result of overwork, stress, and exhaustion? Bad.
Day off? Good.
Plans getting derailed? Bad.
Getting going on purses tonight? Good.
Cutting the fringe way too short? Bad.
Subsequent planning for a trip to Hobby Lobby? Good.
Now, how many of you stopped there in the middle and went, wait, you did what? Because yes, that really did happen. I think I would've handled it better if my managers had actually yelled at me instead of being understanding, since I was worried about it and hard on myself before we even started talking, so it was a bit much for me to handle. Les tells me he's been leaning pretty hard on me and that I've performed admirably, and all I can think is, wait, this isn't normal? It's not supposed to be this crazy?
Well I'll be. There's a reason I'm going flat out of my mind.
He was also surprised to hear that I'd been living in red and that I'd been pulling six-day weeks. Evidently neither one is supposed to happen. I find this kind of funny, since he's the one who makes the schedules, but he's also trying to juggle fifty-some-odd employees and I didn't point out I was working that section with that high of a frequency because hey, I had no idea it wasn't supposed to be like that.
So I'm going to chalk all this up to a "learning experience" and never do it again. Put me the hell back in yellow now pleaseokaythanks.
In other news, my sorority president AIMed me today and told me Eboard nominated me for the position I wanted. I basically get to help plan sisterhood events (read: friendship-building social time) and I get to work with my adoptive big sister, who wins at life. For the win. :D
She also told me that my nomination for the position was unanimous, and since I'm the first person to be in this position I get to make the binder and set the bar. People are going to need a freaking pole vault to get to that bar once I'm done. :Db
They also want me to be the secretary that sends out thank you notes and stuff. Easy job.
But yeah, it's just about crash time for me. Goodness knows I need it tonight. :D;