...and He hates me.
Only in a world with a God could it rain during complete sunshine. And only a God who hates me would make sure that downpour starts when I am in the middle of loading vending machines onto a truck, and stop it immediately after I store and lock up all of the equipment that was getting drenched.
Same great taste, without the silly sense of entitlement.
Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Dream Job #1
Mr. Chairman of Iron Chef: America
Not only does he get to reveal the secret ingredient of the culinary cook-off in dramatic fashion, but his job is essentially over after that and he gets to chill with celeb judges while waiting on the chefs to finish cooking. Then they set a place for him at the end of the judge's table and he gets to try all the foods without worrying about the backlash the judges have to face if they give it a bad rating.
Hmmm... work for 2 minutes and then delight one's tastebuds with cuisine on the cusp of experimentation and ecstasy while chatting it up with guests from all over the country, or sit at a desk for 8 hours a day staring at a computer screen while the mind goes numb with repetition?
Not only does he get to reveal the secret ingredient of the culinary cook-off in dramatic fashion, but his job is essentially over after that and he gets to chill with celeb judges while waiting on the chefs to finish cooking. Then they set a place for him at the end of the judge's table and he gets to try all the foods without worrying about the backlash the judges have to face if they give it a bad rating.
Hmmm... work for 2 minutes and then delight one's tastebuds with cuisine on the cusp of experimentation and ecstasy while chatting it up with guests from all over the country, or sit at a desk for 8 hours a day staring at a computer screen while the mind goes numb with repetition?
Friday, September 19, 2008
Day at the Office
God forbid the free donut someone enjoys on a Friday morning not be there because someone else got to the box first. It has been said multiple times today that so-and-so is going to be very upset if there are no more jelly-filled since I grabbed one up just after I arrived. But c'est la vie in the Dean's Office where I work as a lowly student assistant.
When I'm not trying to claw my eyes out as a subtle hint to the secretary that I don't want to have a conversation with her, I have to deal with all the drama that comes from half a dozen women working in close quarters with eachother. This doesn't even include all of the people who work on our floor and frequently shuffle in and out of the dean's suite.
There's not much that can make this existence better, other than the realization that it is not permanent. It's possible that I'm the one who is at fault. But there's a huge difference between wanting to talk and wanting to talk about nothing. Unfortunately it's the world we live in, and you gotta play the game. Otherwise you're always going to get picked last.
When I'm not trying to claw my eyes out as a subtle hint to the secretary that I don't want to have a conversation with her, I have to deal with all the drama that comes from half a dozen women working in close quarters with eachother. This doesn't even include all of the people who work on our floor and frequently shuffle in and out of the dean's suite.
There's not much that can make this existence better, other than the realization that it is not permanent. It's possible that I'm the one who is at fault. But there's a huge difference between wanting to talk and wanting to talk about nothing. Unfortunately it's the world we live in, and you gotta play the game. Otherwise you're always going to get picked last.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Work Sucks, I Know
Thanks, Blink 182, for the title of my post.
To clarify, I work two jobs right now. One is in the Dean's Office of a college, which is truly the most boring job imaginable. For the 15 minutes a day I'm not answering the phone I am usually reading online articles or other people's blogs. The one cool thing is I get to drive a golf cart around campus for 30 minutes to an hour each day running errands and documents for my bosses. But that doesn't make up for the droll existence that is the front desk of the administrative offices.
Fortunately, I only work that job two half-days a week (although soon three as school starts back up). My other job title is Underlord of Oversight, and I am the warehouse manager of a vending machine company. I am in charge of finding machines that work and cleaning them for potential customers.
Most of the machines we have, however, are in poor condition, or if they are in good working order, I can't find working bill validators. Today I spent about 3 hours trying to fix a single bill validator (the thing that accepts your dollar bill before allowing a selection to be made). I took apart at least two other mechanisms to find parts to exchange. Finally, when I got all the wires plugged back in and ran it through our tester, the bill comes back out with melted rubber on it.
Neither of my jobs are horrible. They are both part time where I makedecent money, and I know once I graduate in December things will become a lot more hectic. But it's just frustrating to have a job where I'm confined to a desk, or another where I can never solve what's in front of me.
Is it possible to have a midlife crisis at age 21?
To clarify, I work two jobs right now. One is in the Dean's Office of a college, which is truly the most boring job imaginable. For the 15 minutes a day I'm not answering the phone I am usually reading online articles or other people's blogs. The one cool thing is I get to drive a golf cart around campus for 30 minutes to an hour each day running errands and documents for my bosses. But that doesn't make up for the droll existence that is the front desk of the administrative offices.
Fortunately, I only work that job two half-days a week (although soon three as school starts back up). My other job title is Underlord of Oversight, and I am the warehouse manager of a vending machine company. I am in charge of finding machines that work and cleaning them for potential customers.
Most of the machines we have, however, are in poor condition, or if they are in good working order, I can't find working bill validators. Today I spent about 3 hours trying to fix a single bill validator (the thing that accepts your dollar bill before allowing a selection to be made). I took apart at least two other mechanisms to find parts to exchange. Finally, when I got all the wires plugged back in and ran it through our tester, the bill comes back out with melted rubber on it.
Neither of my jobs are horrible. They are both part time where I make
Is it possible to have a midlife crisis at age 21?
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Thoughts I Had at Work Today
Today at work I was on the verge of passing out for the last hour and a half or so, due to malnourishment (by American standards), extreme heat (I live in Florida), or dehydration (although I drank 2 waters and a Gatorade, aka Haterade cause it didn't do me much good). So as I trudged through the rest of the day, I had some pretty amusing thoughts.
Why is this vending machine so gay? I mean its clearly not straight, just look at that piece over there. It's completely bent. All I want it to do is give me an item when I put my money in it. Stop toying with me!!!
Ahhhhh!!! A wasp!!!
I don't understand why the dumpster is so far away from our warehouse. They need to put the dumpster right next to the garage door, but make one that doesn't smell.
The world must not have been paying attention when the 80's rock scene was in full effect. I mean come on! Warrant, Van Halen, and Scorpions all played in a row on this station?! Why don't they just give me drug overdose every one of those songs is about?
Where the hell do these ants come from?!? No, they're in the brownies! Must...salvage...as many...brownies as...possible... Ahhhhh!!! A wasp!!!
Why is this vending machine so gay? I mean its clearly not straight, just look at that piece over there. It's completely bent. All I want it to do is give me an item when I put my money in it. Stop toying with me!!!
Ahhhhh!!! A wasp!!!
I don't understand why the dumpster is so far away from our warehouse. They need to put the dumpster right next to the garage door, but make one that doesn't smell.
The world must not have been paying attention when the 80's rock scene was in full effect. I mean come on! Warrant, Van Halen, and Scorpions all played in a row on this station?! Why don't they just give me drug overdose every one of those songs is about?
Where the hell do these ants come from?!? No, they're in the brownies! Must...salvage...as many...brownies as...possible... Ahhhhh!!! A wasp!!!
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