That Thing You Call “Work”


For those of you who already know, and for those who don’t know at all, I work at a dining hall as a customer service associate. What does this mean? This means I get to put up with a lot of people who don’t give a crap about what I do, whether I’m happy or not, and who constantly look down upon me as a pathetic loser. And all of that is mostly from the customers. My higher-ups (ie. managers and supervisors) act as if I’m just a stupid teenager that doesn’t know her head from her butt and can’t do her job properly and efficiently.

I work Sunday mornings (9am-3:30pm), Tuesday mornings (6:45am-10:45am), and Thursday nights (3:45pm-9:30pm). This totals up to 18 hours a week and 36 hours every pay period. I’m going to school 16 hours a week…that right there is a problem in and of itself. I’ve got a little amount of time to do the massive amounts of homework that I have, if I work around my work schedule. Monday, November 15, 2010 is when the schedules for the CSA’s for next semester are going to start being made. I’m going to DEMAND that I get my work hours cut down to 12 a week and 24 every pay period. **I’m going to have an English class and two journalism classes next semester if I get all the classes on my wish list.**

So I’ve covered the customers, my supervisors and managers, and the ridiculous work load. What about the co-workers? I have full-time co-workers and student co-workers…I wish I could say I get along with everyone, but that’s not the case. The major reason for this is because everyone I work with (save for 3 or 4 people) is still VERY immature or annoys me. The full-time staff calls the police for no real reason, manipulate people into doing their job, gossip, and think that they’re all that and a bag of chips. The student staff have either formed groups (the international students tend to stick together and talk in their own languages), are new (and therefore don’t know how to do their job because no one has taught them so they just stand around and wait for other people to do their job), or are lazy (and wait for someone else to do their job).

Every time I work I feel like I want to quit right there on the spot. Yes, it’s that bad. I don’t enjoy what I do. In fact, I can’t wait until this summer when I have a shot working at Trotter (a photography studio close to m house). How do I keep going? How do I ignore everyone and do what I have to do? Does anyone have any advice for me? s


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