Last Wednesday, I snapped. I was stressed out and over worked. I snapped at a co-worker for dropping yet another item on my desk (I later apologized, but she told me she didn’t notice anything strange – I sure did).
My supervisor came to me later that day and told me not to worry about things and that we will manage. The work load hasn’t slowed and we’ve been short-handed since May. At our busiest time, next week, I will be on my own as my other co-worker (who should not have to do as much clerical work as he is doing as he has his own duties to do) leaves on vacation – a perfect storm if you ask me, but he is entitled to vacation time. I am not too sure how, or if, I will manage.
I shouldn’t worry, so I guess. It wouldn’t stress me out as much if I just did what I could do and not care if I cannot keep up. This is not me, I cannot stop worrying about what needs to be done. For my sanity sake, I will have to try. Thankfully, the ladies at the FOH continue to offer their help for which I am truly grateful. This will help ease the load.
I am hanging in there.
—Robert Confiant 12 December 2018