Treat Me Bad: How One Gets the Best Out of Me.
I was always the weak one. The soft. The young. The inexperienced. The one to go easy with. I showed them how to change all of that.
I had many professional experiences in my life. Some I skimmed, others I went deep and learnt on a more detailed level. I’ve had many bosses, each quite different from one another.
Most of them were like the average boss is: demanding, hard, harsh and firm. A few others were less than that. One or two were way less than that.
Every time I embarked on a new job experience, my family, especially my mother, always was skeptical about my achievements. That’s because mother always was very protective; I started to work late, when I was twenty-one, except for a season in a hotel when I was seventeen. But I started to know what working was when I left home.
Each time I embarked on a new job I was choosing, I got to know different realities and approaches. Due to my sensitivity, mother thought the real world, with its harsh and merciless laws (most of them non-written and quite officious) would break me.
And in the first days in a new job, I really thought that could happen.
But I hung on. Because I needed it. Of course I wanted to make a living by being a creative, but the actual need for instant money made me organize my life. So after breaking the wall of the first week, which is the period one normally adapts to the workplace, I realized one important thing.
I worked better in stressful conditions. Both psychological and physical. The consequences would be exhausting and time-killing to me in the long term, but that was an inevitable side effect. As much as I despised to admit it, my bosses could get the best out of me by shouting orders and being rude.
Not that I behaved a way that could impel them to be rude with me. They were rude anyway. That is, it seemed I chose the jobs where conditions were demanding and bosses were rough and merciless.
At first, I got nervous, but then I realized that was the way, so I adapted to it and went on.
Thanks to that, my bosses learnt to know my value and, when problems occurred, I could feel free to talk to them without reservations. If I need a specific day off, I could discuss it with them. Or if I preferred a shift over another. From time to time, during slow days (if there were ever) they even made jokes with me.
It is all a matter of balance. You can feel like leaving because of all the stress and tension put upon you. But in some jobs, these two factors go hand in hand. Those conditions are essential for your bosses to see your true value. Especially when you work in the food area.
The harder they push you, the harder you have to work; that’s how it works where I do my daily duty and that is the only way to show my bosses I’m worth it. If the job you’re doing now is the only job you can afford at this moment, that means you need it.
You need it to help your family, to invest on your creative career, to live a decent life. So accept the rude side and smile. In my case, the more demanding and angry a boss is, the better I work. This gives me confidence and will; it is an impulse for doing a better work.
This attitude made me a more efficient worker, but also a better person and professional, for when younger employees come along during the hot season, I can mentor them through the basic chores and I do it well. And I have to thank my bosses if I can do it.
Keep focus, look at your goals and go on.
This story is inspired by Anna Sabino’s article:
We could have it easy. It’s all given to us, served on a plate, ready. We accept this plate but decide to look around…writingcooperative.com
and it is a part of my 31-Day Engaging Challenge, where, through May, create a new story each day based on my engagement with articles by my most faithful readers.
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