Argh, so there it is for you my friends. I feel regrets, regrets, and huhg, anxiety.
So, in an effort of being accepted by my all guys co-worker, that get beers, hum 'almost' after work, onece the foreman is gone [he works shorter days, for 5 days, instead of 4 longer days like the rest of the crew], yesterday, for my final day of week one, I offered to go get the beers. Bad, bad, bad! On the clock, yes that's right:eek:. AND, we are not supposed to drink at work! Hum , so much for saying I would not do something unethical at work. Bam! first week! gawd. wrong! do not pass go, do not get a hundred dollars. Go straight to jail [hum this refers to the board game monopoly if I'd lost you here].
Well, it wouldn't be so bad if it was just that, but, when I was at the liquor store, I am pretty sure a fellow co-worker who works on another site saw me :eek:
Caught in the act! Now I am fighting haaaaaaard not to let my old thoughts get the best of me. I have this one that is: "well, because you were so proud and happy about getting a job, now the universe is going to take you back where you belong...in misery moohahaha". Second thought that comes to mind is: "well, look at you, this happens to you because you always make the wrong descisions, slap, re-slap in the back of the head".
Well, I guess we'll see on Monday. Trying hard to enjoy my weekend. Feeling regret, yes. Learning from mistakes? Big time...