Perfection

I do not have to be perfect. I'm not one of those people that has to make everyone happy and do everything the right way and blah blah etc. etc. cough kristina cough.

HOWEVER, I think I am that way when it comes to a job.

Sammy's- I still don't know some things. Like, where are all the clean towels? How do you make an italian soda? Plus- I go pretty slow sometimes. If I'm dressing and there are like five burgers that need to be dressed, I freeze up and get scared. Then I go home at the end of my shift beating myself up about being so slow or dropping that or messing that up. I convince myself I'm going to get fired so I should quit before they have the opportunity. It takes a while for me to realize that I am fine, that I'm alot better than some people that work there, and my job is safe as long as I keep trying.

New job- I'm a personal assistant by day (not sure if I mentioned that) but sometimes there is just NOTHING TO DO. Like right now I'm sitting at my desk blogging, and I'm not even neglecting anything. There is literally nothing for me to do. I used to just clean when there was a slow spot but I've cleaned everything! Nothing can get any cleaner! Then I think oh crap, I have nothing to do and I can't find anything to do, they don't need me here! They are going to realize that I am useless and a waste of money and fire me! OH NO! BUT....after a while I remember that my boss really likes me, that he is kind of scatterbrained and sometimes does need an extra person to help out, and that the fact that I'm looking for things to do is a great sign. I'm ok.

Oh and I don't think I'm going to get that dream job on campus I was hoping for. It's been two days and no word. Sad. I really wanted it.

p.s. Coming Soon: Blog about Mormon girls and how they need to learn how to be good friends. Yes, I'm generalizing. Yes, I realize that I am a Mormon girl. You'll see what I mean.