Sorry, this is just going to be one of those I am really upset right now rants. You can ignore it. I didn't have the best of days today. I am about 2/3 of the way into my internship at a big chain pharmacy studying to become a pharmacy technician. All has been going well seemingly. I thought I was doing a good if somewhat still limited job. Of course I made some mistakes, but no one complained about the job I was doing. Some of my co-workers even complimented me. I was even really proud of the fact that last Saturday I had to hold down the store for two hours as the only employee there even though I am not even a real employee, I couldn't use the cash register, and it was only like my sixth day working there.
Until today. One of the pharmacists I don't usually interact with was there. The whole thing started with me asking a simple question and started snowballing. He told me to not bother him with my little questions and to go away. I was a little taken aback and a little flustered. You see one thing I have tended to observe about this pharmacy is they seem to have hit on the idea of offering a lot of internships to local students as a supply of free labor so at times they are more interested in you working for them rather than them teaching you.
Anyway I got flustered. I made mistakes. The more mistakes I made the ruder the pharmacist got. He then just said he didn't want me to work there anymore. I wanted to run out of there. I wanted to explode. I wanted to break down and cry. He starts talking about me like I am not there. I want to attack him. But I didn't I stood there silently and eventually resumed my tasks. I then spent the next six hours calmly doing my work in silence. And then I watched thei pharmacist go out of his way to tutor the other(all female
) students and continue to give me rude responses when I asked simple questions. I even apologzed and the end of the day. He wasn't rude, but he wasn't terribly interested in what I had to say.
I have had this situation before. I am a good worker and I expect that to talk for me and it never does. People only notice whatever the last complaint about you was. I am afraid all my schooling and work will now come down to this guy and his opinion. Sometimes I feel I have come along way because I am working eight hours a day in a bust store dealing with people all day. Other times I feel I am that same shut-in loser who can't talk to people because he is terrified he is going to break into tears. I don't know. Am I a good worker who had a bad day and met up with the wrong supervisor? Does the fact that I just took it all and went in friendship at the end of the day say something mature about me? Or does the fact that I took it all, came home and started crying, complained on an internet group, and was terrified to face someone because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control my emotions mean i am still that anxiety ridden loser I always thought I am
Until today. One of the pharmacists I don't usually interact with was there. The whole thing started with me asking a simple question and started snowballing. He told me to not bother him with my little questions and to go away. I was a little taken aback and a little flustered. You see one thing I have tended to observe about this pharmacy is they seem to have hit on the idea of offering a lot of internships to local students as a supply of free labor so at times they are more interested in you working for them rather than them teaching you.
Anyway I got flustered. I made mistakes. The more mistakes I made the ruder the pharmacist got. He then just said he didn't want me to work there anymore. I wanted to run out of there. I wanted to explode. I wanted to break down and cry. He starts talking about me like I am not there. I want to attack him. But I didn't I stood there silently and eventually resumed my tasks. I then spent the next six hours calmly doing my work in silence. And then I watched thei pharmacist go out of his way to tutor the other(all female

I have had this situation before. I am a good worker and I expect that to talk for me and it never does. People only notice whatever the last complaint about you was. I am afraid all my schooling and work will now come down to this guy and his opinion. Sometimes I feel I have come along way because I am working eight hours a day in a bust store dealing with people all day. Other times I feel I am that same shut-in loser who can't talk to people because he is terrified he is going to break into tears. I don't know. Am I a good worker who had a bad day and met up with the wrong supervisor? Does the fact that I just took it all and went in friendship at the end of the day say something mature about me? Or does the fact that I took it all, came home and started crying, complained on an internet group, and was terrified to face someone because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control my emotions mean i am still that anxiety ridden loser I always thought I am