I'm out of jail on work release . . .
Okay, but seriously, I had a great day and needed to share.
Yesterday was my 6 month evaluation. Well, actually it was supposed to be last Monday but they were doing department-wide evals and mine got pushed back a week. So all that time I spent worrying about it last Monday (and the bad dream I had about it Sunday night) were for naught.
Lucky for me, I forgot to worry about it this week.
Alone in the conference room sitting across the table from each other, my supervisor started. She looked at her sheet of notes and said, "You're awesome!"
Any evaluation that begins with that statement can only end with smiles all around : ) She said many, many, many wonderful things about me. I won't bore you all by providing a verbatim transcript--but don't think I didn't want to ; )
It's silly really. That I should take so much pleasure from this? It's a 24 hour a week job. I'm a glorified cashier. I should be able to do a good enough job to get a glowing report.
But here's why it's so gratifying: Before this job, I hadn't had a paying gig in 16 years. There was stiff competition for this position but even without any recent job experience to point to, they had the instinct that I was cut out for it--based on both skills and personality. And they were right.
I am delighted to prove to myself after all this time that I'm worth something. I know I'm worth something--I don't mean to suggest that being a mom was meaningless--but this is different. Between the activities, the homework, the shuttling around between enrichment lessons, blah, blah, blah, it's easy for moms to disappear. I think I just proved to myself that I can take care of myself. Or I could if I had to : )
This calls for ice cream!