Awful morning. 
I love what I do. It's really tiring, the pay sucks, but I stick around because of the kids and their families.
But it's so damn tough to keep coming back day after day, smiling because I'm reminded that I need to be "100%!" no matter how horrible I'm feeling, when it's never going to be enough.
My supervisor keeps complaining about me: but not to me, but to my 5th grade class. Why am I being told day after day by ten-year olds that my job performance isn't up to par in his opinion? It's getting to the point where I have to walk into the bathroom and take deep breaths to keep from crying every morning.
I run twelve hour days, I need to take another job, keep my GPA up; I feel exhausted, but it's so tough to do when I'm never good enough.
Sorry for the rant, I'm just frustrated.
I love what I do. It's really tiring, the pay sucks, but I stick around because of the kids and their families.
But it's so damn tough to keep coming back day after day, smiling because I'm reminded that I need to be "100%!" no matter how horrible I'm feeling, when it's never going to be enough.
My supervisor keeps complaining about me: but not to me, but to my 5th grade class. Why am I being told day after day by ten-year olds that my job performance isn't up to par in his opinion? It's getting to the point where I have to walk into the bathroom and take deep breaths to keep from crying every morning.
I run twelve hour days, I need to take another job, keep my GPA up; I feel exhausted, but it's so tough to do when I'm never good enough.
Sorry for the rant, I'm just frustrated.
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And perhaps one of these days I will accurately document what it's like to be plastered and still want to be witty and sexy. Or maybe just slur my words until someone feeds me a few more shots until I pass out. Hehe.
On a more serious note: I'm sorry your supervisor is being a twerp. Hang in there.