Frustrated

You ask me to help. I do the job, I take pride in it. The next time it needs to be done, you ask someone else... you never said I did anything wrong, and never told me I was bad at it, but when you decide to let someone else do it, that bothers me, I feel like shit. But I guess what really takes the cake is when you then tell me to talk to that person and offer my assistance.

I DON'T think so!