Frustrations

Although this is a public posting on the internet that anyone could read if they found it, sometimes it's really hard to refrain from talking about things that upset me. (And that I probably shouldn't be talking about in a public forum.) For the first time ever, yesterday, someone outright told me that I don't work very hard.

I was brought up with a very good work ethic. I remember when I worked at Lowe's over the summer between my freshman and sophomore years in college, at times they would call me up literally at the last minute because someone called off and ask me to come in. My dad would always say you take any opportunity to show them that you will do the work, to the point that one time we were supposed to go to an amusement park and I went to work at the last minute instead of going to the park.

As a result, I have always done the best job I could do, even if the job I have to do is crappy. My sister Megan is also the same way from what I've seen and heard.

With the mandatory overtime this past year (for months with no end in sight it was 72 hour work weeks), I know that I have insisted on keeping some of my out of work activities and that I'm pretty busy outside of work. Some of that helps you be able to deal with the excessive working hours. With that said, though, I did take a hiatus from one of our bands which actually ended up with the band taking a hiatus. And I put in a LOT of hours for the job. The worst part is that the person who accused me of not working hard has no idea what I've been doing for the past year. And I'm pretty livid about it.

But I'm in a better situation, so I'm going to allow myself to vent a little bit, and move on. Where I'm at right now isn't the ideal position for me, but I'm going to make the best of it and do a good job. And NOT because of the person I'm venting about. I'm doing it for myself because I feel that's what my job is and I'm going to do the best I can. I always have. I always will.