So, I had a personal experience this week at work, 2 actually. I started working for my brother 2 weeks ago. I was hired for data entry, which I love and was looking forward to doing. I arrived at his office on Monday morning only to find that I would be put at the front desk and be doing secretarial work for the time being. With Davey's new, big accounts, he found that he was short on workers and the people he had working the front desk were in the process of moving into the back area to work with the accounts. He had to push everyone's time schedules up. So they got pushed to working on accounts and it left that front desk open. While they looked for someone to fill the spot full time, they needed me to fill in. Davey even came to me expressing how sorry he was and that he knew this wasn't where I wanted to be but it was where he needed help at the moment.
I took the job, but I subconsciously didn't like the fact that it was happening and even though I worked hard, I definitely wasn't happy. There was this kind of cloud over me. I wasn't learning quickly and even though I was doing the work, I wasn't doing my best effort. I wasn't doing that on purpose, but I think the disappointment hit me harder than I realized. I planned to work 3 days a week.
That first week was also rough because it was an adjustment for my kids. Jacob took over getting the kids on the bus each morning and getting everyone to do chores and homework at night. He was also in charge of the laundry and cleaning one room each day. We "hired" him to work for us and pay him $50 a week.
Not only were my kids adjusting and it was hard, but Belle crashed into a garbage can on the first day, on her bike but without a helmet, and got a deep gash right by her eye. Her eye immediately turned black. We got a neighbor to look at it to see if it needed stitches, thankfully it didn't. She sported that black eye all week. Then on Friday the school called and said that Belle had thrown up at school and someone needed to come get her. Jacob was at home but he doesn't drive. Luckily Merry came to my rescue and brought her home.
On my way home from work that day, with Ben, he asked if I should keep working. Here was my first miracle. Through everything, my frustration with my job, belles face, belles stomach and the kids trying to adjust, I had this calm feeling that I was doing the right thing. The spirit told me that I needed to be doing this right now for my family, that it was important. I don't know why, but I do. This brought me huge comfort. We sat the kids down at the end of the week and talked to them. Although they aren't excited about me working, they all felt good about it too and they all agreed to keep making an extra effort at home.
And the rest of the story.....
So my second week of work started, much as the first. The person they had hoped to hire for the front desk didn't work out and they had to continue looking. I continued at the front desk and really struggled. The people teaching me were the ones that had moved into new positions also. They didn't have time to train me properly. I kind of got thrown in, not knowing anything about the company and was continuing to struggle.
On Tuesday (I work Monday, Tuesday, Friday) I was feeling overwhelmed and discouraged. Half way through the day I heard my brother speaking to another employee and he said some things about me that while not being mean, were not flattering. I was hurt. I was sitting there trying not to cry and hoping I could blame it on my cold if I did. They I was mad, because I didn't want to do this particular job anyways and then he was complaining about me doing it. Then I would be back to crying. I went back and forth with those emotions for a couple of hours.
I took a late lunch that day. As I sat their thinking about my job, I prayed. I told Heavenly Father of my frustrations. I had some realizations. One, I wasn't happy at my job. I know that sounds obvious from this story but at the time I hadn't really realized it. I knew I wasn't happy and the job was exhausting but I didn't realize I was really unhappy. Second, I realized that I was lucky to have the job. I hadn't found any other jobs and this job would give me a good reference if I decided to look for something closer to home. Third, I get to work with my brother, and have extra insight to the job. Davey and I had gone to lunch and had spent time visiting. I realized I really like him and like spending time with him. Fourth had job security. Unless I messed up royally, Davey would probably keep me on, even if I wasn't doing a great job. And last, but not least, I got to drive to and from work with Ben every day. It was great. We get to spend one on one time together for 2 hours every day I worked!! It is awesome for our relationship.
I realized that having to answer the phones, and having to learn new things with my old brain, didn't out weigh all the benefits of my job. There were a lot more benefits! I also realized that I needed to change my attitude. I decided then and there to do the best job that I could. I may still fall short, but if I do the best job that I can, then I don't have to worry about what was said. I also decided to be firm and to pretend I knew what I was doing until I actually knew. I prayed to Heavenly Father again to help me. He had made it clear that I was supposed to be at this job and that I would make a difference and so I needed his help to do it.
I will be putting all these quotes somewhere around my desk!!
I went back to work for 3 hours. It was AWESOME. I can't even explain the miracle that happened. Everything changed, completely. It was like night and day. Before, I felt like I was Eeyore. I had this little rain cloud around me. It even seemed like the room was darker, when I was pouting. Once I decided to do my best, try my hardest, and put on a happy attitude, the room was lighter, my voice was firmer on the phone (before that people expressed issues with hearing me). I went with confidence to ask questions when I didn't know how to do something. And the people started treating me differently too. They would come in and visit. They would ask me how I was doing. I wasn't just Davey's sister, I was their workmates.
I was shocked. It was like night and day. That cloud that had hung over me from my first day was gone and I was able to do my job well. I even realized that I knew more than I thought I knew. And, because my brain doesn't work great (one of the reasons I didn't want to do this job and was afraid I would fail...rain cloud) I started writing down every new thing I learned. That way I could refer to my notes, instead of referring back to the employees when I had a question.
This all happened on Tuesday. When I went back on Friday I was happy to realize that the spirit was still there. I was still positive and happy. I was still able to do my job, in a good way. I am so excited! I still don't like answering the phones but now I know I can do it happily until they hire someone else. I tell my kids all the time to "choose kind" when they are not being nice and on my wall at home is a poster that says "Choose Happy." That is going to be my motto!!