"Some of the team don't think you'll make it, Liam."

 

And with that the seeds of self-doubt were sown. They grew into trees pretty quickly and it wasn't long before I spent the evening examining my entire psyche, my behaviour, on a desperate crusade to discover why I am so irretrievably inadequate.

 

I feel better now, but it was a bad evening. There's nothing worse that knowing that the fruits of your hardest efforts still fail to make the cut. I've worked at Gloria Jeans for three weeks now and have tried to make a good impression. Whether it was my stress or my lack of knowledge there's something that's impeding my progress and now some of the team "don't think I'll make it."

 

Yet I've had one shift since I was told that and my confidence has returned in spades. Marginally. At least know I who specifically who thinks I'm a belligerent worker, and can thenceforth try and restore my prestige. In the meantime my position is by no means secure- I'm certain that one more major mistake in front of that supervisor and there'll be no possibilty of salvaging my reputation with her.

 

All that said, conquest is my goal, and hope to God that I will prove her wrong.