Work

It seams as though I talk about nothing but work these days, and share more frustrations than joys. Cest La Vie as the saying goes. This last week of work has been a killer. I am trying to work toward a promotion that they want for me to get, but I have to be able to prove that I can work hard and complete all of the tasks that they need for me to. The team that I work on has not been doing very well this week meeting our goals. Every day at noon we gather as a team and have an uplifting spiritual message and prayer. On Thursday we gathered for our get together and instead of fluffy uplifting words we got chastised and then before the prayer our boss looked at us and said that he had nothing more to add and turned and walked away. That hurt so badly. The entire team felt that. When I went back to my station, the boss under the one that walked away sent me to another section, to which I happily ablidged. Friday brought a chance to redeem myself a little. I worked super hard to prove that I could work the station that I was in and complete my tasks quickly and accurately. I got the quickly down, now we just need to work on the accurately. Today we worked very hard and were very proud of ourselves... then they made it more difficult fore us. They forced us to work harder and faster than we have in the last two weeks since I came on. Today I am so tired, proud of how much we got done, but so tired. It is nearly 9pm at this writing and I am ready to crash in bed.