silent night....
all i wanted for christmas was a day off work to sleep, which i got, ironically, in the form of a throat infection, resulting in the loss of my voice. I also lose out on the annual hay ride in Clive, and getting to be a drunken smart-ass for a night. ah-well, lesson learned, i suppose, be careful what you wish for and all that.
In other news, i'm getting the 'i know how to do everything at work now, and they're starting to make me be responsible" blues, that inevitably mean i shall be quitting my job in search of that decidedly greener grass i can see just beyond the fence there. I think my problem is that i get bord and dissilusioned once i figure everything out, so i think i need an occupation that is just to big for me to figure out completely... or maybe I should just start fake tanning again... on a similar note, a west-jet flight attendant came into work the other day, and mentioned that they really are so short staffed that they called her and several other flight attendants in to cover tha baggage handling.... this is intrigueing. I can see myself working the night shift, driving those silly trollies, swigging coffee that tastes like burnt socks out of a dented chrome travel mug. yes, the more i paint this picture, the more i think i like it! plus, i'd get to wear reflective pants, and snoop through people's luggage.
In other news, i'm getting the 'i know how to do everything at work now, and they're starting to make me be responsible" blues, that inevitably mean i shall be quitting my job in search of that decidedly greener grass i can see just beyond the fence there. I think my problem is that i get bord and dissilusioned once i figure everything out, so i think i need an occupation that is just to big for me to figure out completely... or maybe I should just start fake tanning again... on a similar note, a west-jet flight attendant came into work the other day, and mentioned that they really are so short staffed that they called her and several other flight attendants in to cover tha baggage handling.... this is intrigueing. I can see myself working the night shift, driving those silly trollies, swigging coffee that tastes like burnt socks out of a dented chrome travel mug. yes, the more i paint this picture, the more i think i like it! plus, i'd get to wear reflective pants, and snoop through people's luggage.
posted by mercurysmile at 8:18 PM
2 Comments:
I always thought most male baggage handlers were pretty darn hot. I know, I'm a sick, sick person.
Teens,
You have a whole world of challenges to keep you busy outside of HMV. Remember the goal, remember the big picture and your plans. You want to go to grad school and work on your painting and art work. You took HMV because it was a simple job to get some money.
Baggage handlers are a high responsibility job you know. They have a union. They have salary and benifits packages. They have rules and regulations and you have to be able to lift 100lbs. Oh, sure, there is the glamor of wearing reflective pants, but what about the sweaty sexist co-workers? Or the 12 hour days? Or the risk of getting sucked into a jet engine.
Plus, you may want to keep a job longer than 3 months so your resume doesn't look like you get bored and quit a job every 3 months.
If you do not want more responsibility at work just go to your boss and say you do not want more responsibility. Explain that you are working on you portfolio for grad school and want to focus on that, and you are here at HMV for a low responsibility situation while you focus on this.
It's not like they'll fire you, they are desperate for workers. Most managers would be cool with that anyway.
I know it is mall work. And everyone knows that is my least favorite work of all. But, if you are focused and serious about grad school and building your folio it is the perfect place to be.
Sorry to hear about you getting sick and missing out on Clive. You'll have to see about calling Jared up, he misses you a lot.
Love you lots, Merry Christmas little sister.
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