Part B.
However, after feeling like crap the entire school day on Thursday, and still feeling guilty, I went to work right after school from 3-8:30. I was scheduled as Late Dish, meaning I served drinks to the entire dining room (about 60 residents), delivered all 6 meal carts (each with about 30 trays), washed all the dishes after dinner, cleaned a quarter of the kitchen, and took out the trash. The counterpart to LD is Late Kitchen Help, who sets up the meal trays, serves food to the dining room, dries and puts away the dishes, and cleans the floors. Thursday's LKH was Henry (Henrietta). She was putting away dishes, I was washing at a rediculous speed because I moved the radio to the dish area and was listening to Queen. She stopped the dish machine and the radio at about 6:40 and said that she wanted to let me know that I was "a great kid, one of the best kids she's ever known," that I was "one of the best workers in the building," I had a "great attitude and am good mannered" and lastly, that I would make "the perfect son." Then she turned both the radio and machine back on and went back to dishes. Can somebody please tell me how I'm supposed to wallow in self misery and feel like the worst person in the world, when people tell me things like this? Just how? I'm torn between feeling like crap and like I'm doing things right. Just when I'm at my worst, it seems like my real friends, the real people that care for me help keep me from beating myself up.