I left work today feeling really cruddy. Something I had been responsible for at work did not go well. It isn’t exactly my fault, more a product of my ignorance about how certain processes work, I’m feeling crappy about it. I left my desk today feeling like I was a royal screw up, like there was nothing in the world that I could do right, and that it might just be the end of the world.
I’m still feeling a little tender when I think about it, but I’ve spent the evening trying to remind myself that I should never let something so little make me feel like such a complete failure. Is my self-esteem and confidence so fragile as to be threatened or shaken by a wayward box of branded lanyards? I don’t like to think that it is, but for some reason today, it almost was just that tenuous.
My boss was disappointed in how things worked out, and I’m prepared to be on the receiving end of a little more of her disappointment, but I’m trying to pull myself together and prepare to let it roll off of me when it comes my way tomorrow, as opposed to taking more of it in. At least I’m going to do my best at it.