*sigh* Looking at him makes this blog post just a little bit better . . . . . . what? Okay, where was I?? Ummm, that's right, crap jobs. I can tell you that I've never worked any kind of food service. That was something I said I just wouldn't do. So I never ever asked anyone if they wanted fries with that. I know that we must have food service people and personally I think they are close to gods for putting up with the crap they do. But I don't have the temperament or patience for something like that.I
I did, unfortunately, work as a sales associate or whatever you want to call the people that wait on others in store like establishments. Now that sucked. I worked in the bed/bath department in an unnamed department store that no longer exists. Hated it! I was very part-time and since we got no benefits whatsoever the store policy was that basically we could take off when we wanted. But see I had this manager that didn't believe that. I asked for a day off way way way in advance and she told me I couldn't have it. Another amazing incident that happened there was that my nearly 16 year old dog (who I'd had since I was 1st grade) was incredibly sick. I knew I had to take her to get her put down, which almost killed me since my dad had died only 5 months before. When I called to tell them I'd be late the response was, "Well can't you get someone else to do that?" Ummmm, no, no I can't.
This was me right after that phone call. I left the job very soon after
I did work retail again, but ended up at a bookstore which was sooooo much more wonderful than words. I loved it and even continued to work there while I was teaching full-time. Yep, you read right. I am a certified teacher. So I worked in the amazing bookstore while I was teaching 5th grade. The place was so much fun and it was even haunted, but that's a story for another time.
The other shitty job I had was my last teaching assignment. Let me just say that the principal was brand, brand, brand new and she imagined she was going to take a school that was the lowest performing in the district and make it the highest performing. O_O Yeah, I don't know what she was smoking, but believe me she really imagined it was going to happen. If you ask any of my friends they will tell you I love to teach, love it!! But after that year I was done, done, done. I said I never wanted to go back to the classroom again. And I haven't since I'm a teacher in a history museum now. And because of this my cats don't have to greet me at the door all . . .
So, those were some of my truly crappy jobs. Go visit the other Random Wednesday Bloggers (Jessica, Bronwyn, Kris, and Tess) and find out about their adventures.
See you next week!! --GC
I am so glad you are out of those jobs (esp the last teaching one - how well I remember talking to you during that. :( ) and have one (two with writing :D) that you love. HUGS
ReplyDeleteYep, you suffered along in that job with me as did my mom and sister. And I am sooooo glad to be done with that. But I look at the last teaching job as my road to the museum so everything is good now. :-)
DeleteYay random kilt guy!!!
ReplyDelete"Can't you get someone else to do that?" Seriously!? Are you freaking kidding me!? I can't even imagine saying that to someone in that situation. I'm horrified.
I met you when you were in that teaching job. I'm so glad you're done with that, now! Your job now is spectacular! :D
LOL! Yep and that's why that department store no longer exists. It so sucked. I hated it. And the museum is amazing so I am way lucky. Right now we're planning for a fabu new exhibit in the fall. Yah
DeleteI worked in a library and loved it. A bookstore might be even better!
ReplyDeleteTeaching is a really hard job. I subbed for 2 years while my kids were in lower and upper elementary. Yikes! Couldn't do that full time.
The bookstore was mega-evil since practically all my paycheck went to new books. LOL
DeleteCall me crazy, but I can't imagine you working other than the awesome job you have. You just 'suit' it soooo well. Other than the writing, lol. And can I just say... I LOVE A MAN IN A KILT... if he has the accent to boot, that kilt won't last long. Hell, he doesn't even have to remove it. I'm not a picky girl.
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