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I have had this stupid job at dollar tree for three days and i've come up short on the register three times. and tonight was over twenty seven dollars.
i have no idea what i'm doing wrong.
i just feel like a complete failure at life.
this are irrational feelings and i know i'm not etc. i just am boggled that i'm so damn terrible at working a register. and i might lose my job.
and you know. i screamed at work because someone sneezed and unexpected noises can make me scream. and while we were counting and recounting my stupid drawer i pinched at myself.
i hate my ptsd for the record
and i wish my capabilities in understand fucking kant or whatever i can do in school translated into me being able to count change well enough so that i don't lose twenty seven dollars without realizing it.
i have no idea what i'm doing wrong.
i just feel like a complete failure at life.
this are irrational feelings and i know i'm not etc. i just am boggled that i'm so damn terrible at working a register. and i might lose my job.
and you know. i screamed at work because someone sneezed and unexpected noises can make me scream. and while we were counting and recounting my stupid drawer i pinched at myself.
i hate my ptsd for the record
and i wish my capabilities in understand fucking kant or whatever i can do in school translated into me being able to count change well enough so that i don't lose twenty seven dollars without realizing it.