I hate my job...who doesn't?
The title says it very clearly why I am writing these words. I hate my job. Not all aspects, but a good majority of what I am tasked to do. It is demanding and sucks the life and energy from me. I am left wanting, knowing that I am good at what I do, hoping for approval. But it doesn't come often. It feels more like continuous criticism reinforcing my internal struggle for acceptance. I am the general manager at a decently sized restaurant and all I want to do is prove that I am capable. I know I am, most days. Other days I feel as though I am the biggest fraud, pretending like I know what I am doing. My confidence has begun to deteriorate from all of myself that I have given to my job and the responsibilities. It slowly chips away at my soul each time I must address employee issues, concerns, firings, write-ups, etc....anything involving hurting someone else, even if it was their fault. I feel it. I know that to be a leader you must be able to handle these hard moments, but I don't know if I can anymore. It is wrecking me and adding to my anger.
