Happy Friday everyone! Because I normally wear scrubs from Monday through Thursday, I wanted to be a little cuter than professional pj's.
Truth be told, I have an embarrassing irrational fear about work. I have worked for so long, and devoted so much blood, sweat, and tears, to be able to have the job I have. After so many hours of transcribing in IPA, writing more lengthy evaluations than I can count, it's finally here, and my irrational fear is that the slightest "oops" will make it all tumble down. I hope this is just me, because I would hate for someone else to endure this mess I put myself through.
Last week, I had three evaluations in a row, two of which were translated into another language of which I do not speak. Maybe this is where the lecture that my momma gave me about not becoming bilingual would rear its ugly head once again. I felt like I couldn't fully put my heart into writing those evals, as I had twenty-five other little ones to take care of the same week. I even had to bring back one of those two little kiddos I evaluated because I was stupid and forgot a few important things. To make matters worse, I am, without a doubt, math impaired, which is probably why I did not choose to major in the awful subject. When I try my hardest to score a test, and make sure that basals and ceilings are in the right place and accounted for, I miscount or do something to screw up the overall scores. Maybe was all brought on because the word "inexcusable" was mentioned in the conversation I had with my supervisor. I know my potential is greater than my performance. I need to stop becoming complacent with thinking that someone else will take care of things and fix my mistakes.
Stumbling blocks will happen, people will work you to the bone and push you to your full potential. Never give up on your dreams. They are your dreams for a purpose. Don't let a supervisor you didn't get a long with during rotation you thought was going to be Heaven get to you. Don't let the snarky comments about a school setting cause your nose to turn upwards. Don't let a little toot of a child think you can't do your job. Just because Little Miss Perfect gets exactly what she wants at work, doesn't mean she has struggles of her own.
You are clothed in strength and dignity, have no fear of the future.
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