Day 38: to be erased from memory

It's Wednesday so I work at the restaurant.  I was starting at 9:30 again so doing all the set-up, working through a list of jobs.  At one point I got told to stop what I was doing as it was less important and do a more important job first, so I did.  then I got told off for stopping what I was doing mid-way through.  I guess I still haven't worked out how to work with the managers here, but I'm sure I'll figure it out as I manage to work with so many different people back home.
There was another new hostess starting and she was on her "on the job evaluation" day (or free labour).  She had been given the table layouts in advance, which helped, and she seemed really nice.  I learnt a few new things, made a mistake with table allocations, but apart from that I thought I was doing really well.  They needed extra people to take food to the tables because it was really busy, so I was helping out having never done it before until the rush ended, then back to hostessing, that was fun.  I did any job I saw that was needed but with one eye out for anything more important to switch to if necessary.  There were four hostesses, so sometimes I'd see a table that needed clearing, grab a tray, cutlery and a cloth, then someone else was already wiping it so I'd just hand them the cutlery, help to clear it then find another one instead.  Between us we seemed to be on top of things.  Some of the servers praised me for being better than some of the newer girls and for helping them out.
Then after my shift finished, the manager told me I was too slow, which came as a bit of a shock.  And there was no praise to go with that, no constructive criticism.  Seems I can't do anything right.  I ate my lunch feeling like they just don't like me much there.
my original plan was to have a lazy afternoon and just stay in and catch up on telly, but I was quite glad when there were a couple of potential plans to get out for food/drinks so I could have a whinge and avoid sulking too much.
Unfortunately, I got the train downtown, then couldn't find anyone and wasn't getting any answer to calls or texts so I went straight back home again feeling even more sulky.  Turns out I was looking in the wrong place but I was nearly home when I found that out.  I went back to the telly-watching plan instead, via buying some cakes on the way home as comfort food.
Tomorrow will be better.