My store was bought by a different company in January of last year. They are now remodeling our store to make it look like one of their stores.
I hate change. I sometimes worry that customers will think I am stupid because I don't know where anything is at. I think they will have re-done the cash register/photo area when I go in tomorrow. I wish things wouldn't change.
I try to tell myself that noone likes change. I was crabby at work yesterday. I hope my co-worker doesn't think I am weird. I don't want to cry at work again. I had thought I was going to cry myself out of a job until I discovered Lexapro. But, I hate change. I cried after work yesterday thinking about change. I cried some this morning and some this evening. You'd think that I would get tired of crying. But, I must love to cry. I get to talk to T next week. I miss her.
I want my store manager to like me. I don't know why I even care. He only like one supervisor whom some of thinks is lazy. He talks on his cell phone sometimes rather than working while on the clock. I wish my store manager would promote me to supervisor just because it would make me feel like he likes me. Why do I care whether he likes me or not? I thought I was done reacting to him like he is my step-father. Is this some kind of transferance or do you worry about whether your boss likes you even though you got a decent performance review in October. I mean I have never been written up in my three years with the store. But, I want him to like me rather than just keep me around. Why?
I jokingly told some of the people at work that I wish I could take vacation during the re-set/remodel and come back afterwards. I was jokingly told that my store manager would kill me. There is so many construction workers and we don't know what to do sometimes. yesterday, I did hardly nothing except cover the register for breaks and lunches. I helped to pick up some shelves that fell down and moved product to make room for where the cash register is going to be. I was there for eight hours! I was busy the whole time but just spent most of my time moving things or picking up a mess. What will the customers think when I don't know where things are anymore? Will they think I'm dumb? Why do I care what they think? T tells me not to worry what other people think. I know that I am a good person regardless of what other people think because I work hard to have a good character. I am a hard worker. I work hard to be honest and reliable. I try to refrain from judging others without knowing them first.