A Letter....

Dear Fears, (inspired by ms.potts post)

I'm writing you today for many reasons. Reason number one. If I talk to you than maybe I'll figure out why you affect me so much. Reason number 2. If I write down what our problems are it will allow me to release the frustration I have with you. And number 3. I like being creative and writing an emotional letter to a figment of my imagination as a blog is creative.....or crazy depending on how you look a it. =/

So all week you have been minding you own business during the times that are convenient for you. Like when I'm talking to customers, making drinks, MCing trivia night, even when opening the restaurant (which I'm grateful for). But like the self serving annoyance you are, you creep upon me at the most cruical moments.

I've closed 3 different times since we have opened the Zone. And each time you have somehow messed it up. Every time the 'bank' was incorrect by being either over or under what is was supposed to be. This is why you annoy me, you find pleasure in making me look bad. I'm so consumed by you that I try to do everything perfect (which is impossible) and I let you get the best of me. I don't like doing things wrong or being the source of a problem, and you enjoy that. When I feel unconfident and uncertain, that's when I feel you the most and you show your ugly 'face'. Somehow you make me believe that I'm a complete screw up. And I'm pretty sure you are joyful that you made me consider that fact that I might be too dumb for this job. You make me be too hard on myself. And you even made me think that I was going to get fired. Why do you do this? You know that I hate messing up and you use that knowledge against me.

Fear, you suck. Plain and simple. One day you won't affect me as much as you do when it comes to this job.

Phylisha =)