- Joined
- Jan 19, 2022
Very mixed.
The good: The housing association that rents my apartment hands out two bottles of wine to tenants every December. They even put the bottles by empty units. I guess because they get sent a supply of wine bottles for each unit in the building, regardless if someone lives there or not. My other neighbour's neighbor got said bottles and they stood there for two weeks.
So I took 'em. Fuck it, no one has lived there for six months. I need to make Sangria.
The bad: imposter syndrome, my self depreciating tendencies and my fucked brain is trying not to spiral.
Work is something. I don't get paid and that's a good thing probably. My boss pulled me aside and in the nicest way possible, told me I'm slow. Not retarded although I am but that's beside the point.
Idk being slow is something I've struggled with even in school. Granted, I did hand in assignments and papers and met deadlines. It was just always on the day of or evening before however.
Although in my defense, I was also kind of lost regarding transparent guidelines and some coaching on how in the world one uses Google Sites or whatever it's called. That Google tool to make websites.
Also it doesn't help that half of the shit is placeholder text in Indian and I'm not sure what purposes the sections are intended for until I ask. Most of my coworkers work from home or part time so they aren't present when I am.
Issue is my boss is a busy man with meetings all day. Over discord of all things. Which I find mildly amusing.
Now granted, it's my third day and I'm unfortunately good at being very hard on myself so I'm not too hot at the moment.
Edit: well at the very least I'm on holiday until 9th of January. It might be good because something about the cocktail of me and this job result in a very tired deer.
I'm very tired when I get home which is normal for most people. I am a little concerned about how exhausted I am the day after. I sleep like a bear the night before but I'm still extremely tired.
Only two days after do I feel rested. What in the fuck?
Bleh this whole thing is feeding my irrational side and suggests that I quit outright but my rationale is telling me that it's a learning process.
The good: The housing association that rents my apartment hands out two bottles of wine to tenants every December. They even put the bottles by empty units. I guess because they get sent a supply of wine bottles for each unit in the building, regardless if someone lives there or not. My other neighbour's neighbor got said bottles and they stood there for two weeks.
So I took 'em. Fuck it, no one has lived there for six months. I need to make Sangria.
The bad: imposter syndrome, my self depreciating tendencies and my fucked brain is trying not to spiral.
Work is something. I don't get paid and that's a good thing probably. My boss pulled me aside and in the nicest way possible, told me I'm slow. Not retarded although I am but that's beside the point.
Idk being slow is something I've struggled with even in school. Granted, I did hand in assignments and papers and met deadlines. It was just always on the day of or evening before however.
Although in my defense, I was also kind of lost regarding transparent guidelines and some coaching on how in the world one uses Google Sites or whatever it's called. That Google tool to make websites.
Also it doesn't help that half of the shit is placeholder text in Indian and I'm not sure what purposes the sections are intended for until I ask. Most of my coworkers work from home or part time so they aren't present when I am.
Issue is my boss is a busy man with meetings all day. Over discord of all things. Which I find mildly amusing.
Now granted, it's my third day and I'm unfortunately good at being very hard on myself so I'm not too hot at the moment.
Edit: well at the very least I'm on holiday until 9th of January. It might be good because something about the cocktail of me and this job result in a very tired deer.
I'm very tired when I get home which is normal for most people. I am a little concerned about how exhausted I am the day after. I sleep like a bear the night before but I'm still extremely tired.
Only two days after do I feel rested. What in the fuck?
Bleh this whole thing is feeding my irrational side and suggests that I quit outright but my rationale is telling me that it's a learning process.
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