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Work woes that are not quite, well, woes. |
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(Special announcement for Gaia people: For those of you not in the know [which at this point is everyone], I work at one of the food service places at my school, called the Hub. This therefore makes me Aramark's b***h. Anyway, moving right along...)
I always feel kind of dirty going to the Klas Center to get a tuna sandwich, since I work at the Hub. But when I make stuff with tuna at the Hub, I can't put cheese on it. The first time this was explained to me, my brain sent a massive "ERROR: DOES NOT COMPUTE" signal, and so I stood there for a second trying to grasp this utterly foreign concept of tuna with no cheese. If this were a comic book, there would be both a question mark and an exclamation point standing boldly over my head. At any rate, because I don't get cheese at the Hub, I have to go to Klas instead, since they make sandwiches right in front of you, like Subway. It's the Hub's own fault, and so this is for its own good, I figure.
Anyway, work is...unextraordinary. I make salads, wraps, and sandwiches, then go to class (oh, and let me just interject here that I am an artist with wraps. A Michealangelo. A Da Vinci, even. They should be on display at the Louvre. Yes, seriously). The ladies there are all real nice, and don't talk down to me, and don't assume I'm a complete idiot. They repeat themselves a lot, but I chalk that up to their not remembering what I have and haven't learned. Thing is, though, they keep asking me if I need to go get something to drink. They usually ask me this when I'm in the middle of doing something. But, you know, fine, whatever, I'll finish what I'm doing and go get a cup of tea. I need green tea for my stomach anyway, because in the morning it utterly hates me. Then I'll be working some more, and again they'll ask me if I've gotten something to drink. I'll say yeah, sure, and point at the cup of tea that's sitting next to me on the counter.
Then they'll ask me if I need a break.
Wait a minute, wtf? I work for two hours and then leave. It's not like I'm that Indian customer service guy from Foamy the Squirrel who sits on a chair that doubles as a toilet so that he doesn't have to take breaks to go to the bathroom. I don't even work a full shift; I don't need a break! Even so, I take them anyway when there's nothing else to do, otherwise I'd just be standing there like a dumbass drinking my tea and looking for something to do. And, you know, really, if a break is given to you, you should take it, because in a more rigorous job, breaks are few and far between. I know this. I'm perfectly prepared for it.
So hey, why not, I'll take those breaks. After all, who knows if I'll ever have a job this laid-back again?
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Maiira · Fri Sep 15, 2006 @ 07:34pm · 0 Comments |
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Whoa, Nelly, another blog! |
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Okay, so, I'm super confused as to this whole "edit profile" thing, and here's why: it doesn't really let me edit. I'll click on the "edit profile" option, then the "edit about" option, and type some stuff in there. But then it doesn't give me an "add" button, or anything, there's just a text box and the exit button in the corner. Umm...doesn't that kind of defeat the purpose of, well, EDITING?
Anyway, so this is me, and this is my journal. Stuff here's kind of empty right now, but I just joined today, so that's to be expected. I'll add to it when I figure out how.
And right now I really should be doing laundry and homework, so I think I'm gonna go do that.
Maiira · Thu Sep 14, 2006 @ 09:11pm · 0 Comments |
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