Was moody to-day. Bloody part time job is stressing me out.
I cannot figure it out. It's a part time job, fer crying out loud! And yet, and yet.... this drive to do well. This urge to achieve peak performance. Personal standards for doing well. All shot to shreds because there are so many things to remember. Even my supervisor's fuck up. (and often). And yet, and yet.... I am being pushed to achieve. More! More! More! Not good enough! Not enough product knowledge! With my measly 3 months on the job, I'm being compared to my colleague who's been doing this 8 years.
And for the first time in my life, I am being given "feedback" about my writing style. Doh, of course I don't do business emails like how I write here. But shit - the formatting and the choice of words my team leader uses just screams cool, distant, aloof - and most importantly - we-don't-give-a-shit . This, in a customer service environment. I am struggling to adapt to the tone of voice I am expected to take.
Man, I thought I I left this all behind when I quit corporate.
Natural introvert, learned extrovert.
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