So, I have ADHD. Detail work is hard for me, and learning new, complex systems is also difficult. I work as a front desk clerk at a hotel, and have struggled to learn the guest management system and sometimes forget to check on vital, small details, like the room status at check-in or whether or not I closed out of a screen properly: the results are checking a guest into a dirty room or a guest walking into a room someone is already in.
My whole life, it’s been that way. I've always done my very best, first at school, then at my job, but it often isn’t enough. I’ve been flunked, I've been fired, I've called into the office more times than I can count or remember. I get a knot in my stomach every time I start feeling uncertain, knowing that I'm once again trying as hard as I can and still screwing up. It's an issue that haunts me, if not every day, at least every week.
Other than that, though, I love my work; as an extrovert who is naturally empathetic (sometimes to a fault), hotel work is a good fit for me. My boss and I think a lot alike when it comes to taking care of guests, he’s both caring and very good at administration (a rare combination in my experience).
Yesterday Bossman gave me some mental health insight, and I’m not sure he realized he was doing that. I made a detail mistake, and was upset about it. I told my boss that “just once, I’d like to NOT be the village idiot.” I was about to walk back to the desk when he stopped me. Looking me right in the eyes he gently but firmly told me “you can’t feel sorry for yourself. Learn and get better.”
I stopped short. I’d honestly never thought about it that way before, but he was right. My brooding on why I always have to screw up more than other people, why it has to take me so long to learn things, and why I always have to be the person everyone is patient with, is nothing but self pity. This is the hand I was dealt, and I have to play it as best I can. I can talk to my doctor, learn focus techniques, take vitamins and medications, but the end result is this is me. Brooding about the fact I was born with a disability isn’t going to change it; it just takes energy away from improvement.
That isn’t the type of psychological insight I expect from my boss, but it may change my life. If anyone else had said what he did, I might have gotten defensive, but I respect this man, his position means he instantly has my attention when he speaks, and there’s the fact that when the person who signs your paychecks says something, it pays to listen.
My whole life, it’s been that way. I've always done my very best, first at school, then at my job, but it often isn’t enough. I’ve been flunked, I've been fired, I've called into the office more times than I can count or remember. I get a knot in my stomach every time I start feeling uncertain, knowing that I'm once again trying as hard as I can and still screwing up. It's an issue that haunts me, if not every day, at least every week.
Other than that, though, I love my work; as an extrovert who is naturally empathetic (sometimes to a fault), hotel work is a good fit for me. My boss and I think a lot alike when it comes to taking care of guests, he’s both caring and very good at administration (a rare combination in my experience).
Yesterday Bossman gave me some mental health insight, and I’m not sure he realized he was doing that. I made a detail mistake, and was upset about it. I told my boss that “just once, I’d like to NOT be the village idiot.” I was about to walk back to the desk when he stopped me. Looking me right in the eyes he gently but firmly told me “you can’t feel sorry for yourself. Learn and get better.”
I stopped short. I’d honestly never thought about it that way before, but he was right. My brooding on why I always have to screw up more than other people, why it has to take me so long to learn things, and why I always have to be the person everyone is patient with, is nothing but self pity. This is the hand I was dealt, and I have to play it as best I can. I can talk to my doctor, learn focus techniques, take vitamins and medications, but the end result is this is me. Brooding about the fact I was born with a disability isn’t going to change it; it just takes energy away from improvement.
That isn’t the type of psychological insight I expect from my boss, but it may change my life. If anyone else had said what he did, I might have gotten defensive, but I respect this man, his position means he instantly has my attention when he speaks, and there’s the fact that when the person who signs your paychecks says something, it pays to listen.
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