So my friend at the Interactive Student Union drew me for a fundraiser! I am actually quite happy with the results even though my drawing does not look entirely like me. I LOVE MY BEAN SO MUCH!
Last Thursday, I made a huge mistake on my work.
I was 100% sure that my shift was from 12:00 am to 7:00 pm. Therefore, I had a plan for the morning. I like to summarize and comment on the books that I have read recently. I was planning to concentrate on writing the book comments before I left to work so I got up around 9:30. I left my phone in the bedroom to charge it and I also put it on silent which was how I managed to avoid any disruption from outside. Then I stayed in the living room with my laptop immersing in my own world.
Around 11:00, I finished the most part of my writing. Feeling fulfilled, I told myself that it was the time to prepare to go to work. Shockingly, when I checked my cellphone, I found that there were a lot of unread messages and missing calls from my coworkers.
I suddenly realized that…Shoot, I remembered the wrong time. My shift was actually from 10:00 am to 6:00 pm.
My heart started to beat very fast. I could feel my sweat slowly running down my back. I’ve already one hour late for my work.
I rushed to the bus stop while calling back to my coworker to explain. They were worried and of course, they were angry.
I felt very bad for my mistake. I was ready to be blamed. However, when I arrived there, my boss did not scold me and my coworkers did not say anything harsh to me. Their forgiveness made me even more guilty. I wished that I could do something to make up. In the end, I bought some cakes as a treat to my coworkers.
While I was on my way home that day, I realized that I was still very bad at cooping with guilty. Even though it may not be a big deal for most of the people and others had already forgiven me, I still blamed myself. I wanted myself to remember this feeling and never made the same mistake again.
I have to admit that this was the best lesson I had learnt from my work: We all learn from mistakes and guilty is the price we pay for growing up.