It was a cranky week.
Sometimes I'm content with my life right now. Other times, as was the case this week, I am very much not.
About a week ago, my manager told me(*note: didn't ask) that I would be interviewing with our district manager this Thursday for a supervisor position at our shop.
I'd be interviewing for the promotion along with another co-worker: this 20-year-old punk who's been begging our manager for the position for weeks. My manager got sick of his groveling, and so he relinquished the decision-making power to our DM. If you ask me, it seems like a lot of fuss over something I didn't even necessarily want.
Once he discovered that he would be interviewing 'against' me, I started to notice a change in the way this co-worker treated me. He'd loudly call me out on really random things in front of my manager; it's no secret that I prefer making drinks to working on the register. I'm really good at bar, and the register's for newbs! But suddenly this was spun into:
'Yeahhh, Alicia's really good at bar, but that's all she can do. Put her on register and she freaks out.'
Huh? This went on all morning.
And then later that day, he was bragging to all of us about how he took a picture of another supervisor sitting on a stool and texting while she was on the register. He showed it to our manager and told him that she's constantly on her phone on the floor, or in the back room on Facebook. What are we, in high school?
If this is how he's acting before we even interview, imagine how he'd treat me if I get the job...or all the gloating I'd have to endure should he get it!
Yep. This is my life now.
My interview was whatevs. My heart wasn't in it. Honestly, I mainly went along with it because I really don't want Tattle-Tail-McVee for a supervisor.
The last question that the district manager asked me was: 'How bad do you want this job, and what are you willing to do to get it?' That really threw me off. And I'm not a good liar. I think I mumbled something incomprehensible, and I don't think he bought it. In any case, we'll find out Monday.
I went with my roommate to Bible study on Tuesday - I know a lot of the people in the group, but I usually work nights so I can rarely go. At the end of the night, everyone goes around and shares their high and their low of the week - cheesy, but whatevs. I bet you can guess what my low was.
You know you're pathetic, though, when your 'high' for the week is Ben & Jerry's Late Night Snack ice cream for dinner.
Have you ever just needed a 'win'? Not in the Charlie Sheen sort of way. Just anything semi-positive in you life?
I was talking with a different co-worker about my interview - how I really don't even care. And how I don't want the position anyway, because if I get another job in the near-future I'd feel bad about quitting.
He called me out on my crap of course, saying that I do want it - like I want to get a good grade on a test or like I want to win a game - but I'm afraid of being let down again if I don't get it.
Ugh.
The other day, someone lent me this sweet book, Kisses From Katie, about this amazing 20-something woman who decided to spend a year between high school and college working with orphans in Uganda, and ended up staying there and adopting 14 little girls. It's perspective-shifting, convicting, and all that good stuff! And it's given me back some of that joy I've been burying under my lame-crankiness all week.
But it also made me ache to figure out my calling.
Sometimes I'm content with my life right now. Other times, as was the case this week, I am very much not.
About a week ago, my manager told me(*note: didn't ask) that I would be interviewing with our district manager this Thursday for a supervisor position at our shop.
I'd be interviewing for the promotion along with another co-worker: this 20-year-old punk who's been begging our manager for the position for weeks. My manager got sick of his groveling, and so he relinquished the decision-making power to our DM. If you ask me, it seems like a lot of fuss over something I didn't even necessarily want.
Once he discovered that he would be interviewing 'against' me, I started to notice a change in the way this co-worker treated me. He'd loudly call me out on really random things in front of my manager; it's no secret that I prefer making drinks to working on the register. I'm really good at bar, and the register's for newbs! But suddenly this was spun into:
'Yeahhh, Alicia's really good at bar, but that's all she can do. Put her on register and she freaks out.'
Huh? This went on all morning.
And then later that day, he was bragging to all of us about how he took a picture of another supervisor sitting on a stool and texting while she was on the register. He showed it to our manager and told him that she's constantly on her phone on the floor, or in the back room on Facebook. What are we, in high school?
If this is how he's acting before we even interview, imagine how he'd treat me if I get the job...or all the gloating I'd have to endure should he get it!
Yep. This is my life now.
My interview was whatevs. My heart wasn't in it. Honestly, I mainly went along with it because I really don't want Tattle-Tail-McVee for a supervisor.
The last question that the district manager asked me was: 'How bad do you want this job, and what are you willing to do to get it?' That really threw me off. And I'm not a good liar. I think I mumbled something incomprehensible, and I don't think he bought it. In any case, we'll find out Monday.
I went with my roommate to Bible study on Tuesday - I know a lot of the people in the group, but I usually work nights so I can rarely go. At the end of the night, everyone goes around and shares their high and their low of the week - cheesy, but whatevs. I bet you can guess what my low was.
You know you're pathetic, though, when your 'high' for the week is Ben & Jerry's Late Night Snack ice cream for dinner.
Have you ever just needed a 'win'? Not in the Charlie Sheen sort of way. Just anything semi-positive in you life?
I was talking with a different co-worker about my interview - how I really don't even care. And how I don't want the position anyway, because if I get another job in the near-future I'd feel bad about quitting.
He called me out on my crap of course, saying that I do want it - like I want to get a good grade on a test or like I want to win a game - but I'm afraid of being let down again if I don't get it.
Ugh.
The other day, someone lent me this sweet book, Kisses From Katie, about this amazing 20-something woman who decided to spend a year between high school and college working with orphans in Uganda, and ended up staying there and adopting 14 little girls. It's perspective-shifting, convicting, and all that good stuff! And it's given me back some of that joy I've been burying under my lame-crankiness all week.
But it also made me ache to figure out my calling.
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