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9:09 p.m. - February 05, 2004 Work is work is work. Every morning I almost dread getting up. I think part of that is depression and part comes from being tired of being the incompitent air head they all must think I am. Because I'm new I believe I'm being looked upon as the one who "doesn't know what she's doing". It couldn't possibly be that the system/processes that they have in place may not be working correctly. I am extra careful to make sure that what I am doing is done correctly, but when something goes wrong there is no way to prove it wasn't my mistake. This job is really making me question my abilities and isn't good for the self-esteem. I try not to take it so seriously as I am only a temp, but then again it's a paycheck and we're on the road to getting things paid off. One good thing though, tomorrow is Friday after all! Sweet dreams. � � |