Wonderful and Patient

I had my 90-day evaluation at work today. It’s only been about forty-five, but whose counting?

My supervisor gave me a blank evaluation sheet the other day and told me to fill it out. The only trick is that any exceeds expectation score I gave myself, I also had to write an explanation to exactly how I exceed expectations.

I always hate self-scoring, because I tend to grade myself pretty harshly, but I’m aware of this tendency so I tried to be generous. The first time I went through it, there were only a couple areas that I really would have given myself a high score on although there was nothing that I gave myself a low score on. I really believe that I am doing a good job. So I went back through everything and managed to find some things that were borderline enough to bump my score up on and decently explain.

Tonight, my boss and I got together and he seemed to think I had done a good job with my evaluation and given myself an accurate assessment. Although I noticed he bumped my score up in a few other areas too. He repeated feedback to me that he had gotten from my direct supervisors and told me that they thought I was doing a wonderful job. He told me that he was really glad that he had hired me. When I asked him for something specific to work on he told me to just keep doing what I’m doing and keep asking questions. That was really nice to hear.

Of course, I don’t know if that means they’ll be giving me a raise or be offering me a position on a specific unit anytime soon. I wish I had thought to ask, but I just don’t think of these things until after the fact. I’ll have to make sure I do directly ask him next time I see him. There's a lot more stablity and better benefits once you are on a specific unit full time. I’m really hoping to get an offer before I tell them about the bambino, which I plan to do when I hit ten weeks.

He also called me patient. I’ve never really thought of myself as a patient person before. I know I often don’t feel patient, but I guess that I am pretty patient with the kids, but then there really is no other choice.

I guess that’s enough stroking of my own ego for the day.

On other news my dear cookie monster husband actually left me two of the four remaining chocolate chip cookies! Can you believe that? I’m really quite flabbergasted. The thoughtfulness behind that simple act made eating them even more enjoyable. I'm such a lucky girl.