It has been a while since I’ve posted an “article”. I don’t know the proper term for this stuff.
I’ve just found myself just going back into seclusion of sorts. Crap is happening and what should be happening isn’t. I’ve been working and working but it’s going nowhere. I’m the oldest on my “team”. I use that word very loosely. I work with children who get away with practically anything. I’m a Courtesy Clerk (Cart Pusher). The duties isn’t cut and dry as it may seem. I have to do the following:
– Cart Pushing
– Store Sweeping
– Restroom Cleaning
– Price Checking
– Replacing Items
I do a lot of minor stuff on top of that. Meanwhile, the children don’t do the smallest fraction of that. I asked the supervisor why I seem to be called to do these stuff. The answer… because they don’t know how. TRAIN THEM! C’mon! What kills me is that all of the tasks doesn’t require major thought behind it. It’s just a lot of work. Nobody does it. Because of my work ethic of…. WORKING, I am constantly called to do something. Non-stop movement while the children and stand and stare off into space.
A girl told me to get off the other kids’ back. Apparently they have a powwow about me getting onto them about helping out and teamwork. I don’t think I should have to do the work of multiple people all alone. The girl said that “they’re just trying to earn a paycheck”. Seriously? You’re not going to earn a check if you’re being a bum. A 15-year old girl is afraid to get her hair wet and that’s fine. She’s allowed to bum around and not do anything. Has it been brought to the ears of management? Yes. Did it make a difference? No.
I’m on the verge of going off in that place. I hate working there. If it wasn’t for the need of money, I’d leave. I get so exhausted. I thought, at first, that it was the lack of working (when I took a break for school) that made me so tired. But I’ve been back there for 3 months (feels longer). I’m feeling so sore. Back always kill me, neck burns, hips hurt. Nothing feels good. It’s all because the pathetic children. I’ve drastically dropped weight because of the work. I’ve lost 50 pounds (327 lbs. to 277 lbs.) since the beginning of April. I don’t know if that’s normal.
Aside with the bum work of my “peers”, I’ve had battles with the lovely, lovely college that is Wright State.
I tried to email an advisor about internships. Since I started college (Jan. 2009), not once was an internship required. I have never had the guidance about how to apply for one or what is required prior to it. I asked about it and the advisor was replying (sporadically). She asked a series of questions and I was thinking that I’ll finally get something done. Boy was I wrong. After all of the talk and questions, she turned around and said that I’ll have to wait because I’m not qualified. She didn’t bother to research my transcript. Seriously? Shouldn’t that have been the first thing to check before anything else is done?
Later, I asked if my information could be updated. There’s something called a DARS Report. It’s a degree audit. It shows what was completed and what needs to be done. I heard back and found out that what I’ve been given, by her, is incorrect and that the curriculum is changed. I’ve never been informed of the change, especially after she WENT OVER IT IN DETAIL!!! Jesus Christ. For academic advisors, this is fundamental mistakes that should happen.
Now that I stand another setback, I’ve become overly ticked. I’m sick of people telling me that things will happen in time. I’ve been the same crap for a decade. I cannot get a foot in the door. It irritates the crap out of me that people far younger than me can skate through life while I sit and home watching TV. I have no sense of accomplishment because I really don’t see that I’ve accomplished anything. Sure, I graduated as a Junior in high school. At this point, that’s not an accomplishment. It was a matter of timing. I’m almost 27. I live with my parents, working at the bare minimum pay rate with the maximum effort and I have a sub-par education.
Oh, Mr. Frost. We’re reaching out because of your blogs. You’ve raised concerns about the University and we’re here to help. HELP. GOD D**N IT. If this lousy university wants to help, actually do something. Don’t be a spectator.
I’m tired of it all.