you're a bad-hearted, boy-trap, baby-doll...but you're...you're so damn hot
i hate my job.
i turned down the job at target photo lab b/c the pay was really shabby, and i want to go abroad at some point. taking a huge paycut wasn't going to send me to england. so now i'm working at the verizon kiosk inside of BJ's. i was instructed by the temp agency that i was to dress in "business casual" attire, which i took to mean corduroys, a button-down shirt, and heels. i figured, well, maybe i'll get to sit down now, instead of having to stand all the time at the photo lab. maybe it'll be fun.
boy, was i mistaken.
i arrived a few minutes early to make a good impression, and the manager seemed cool. big black man in a yellow shirt. he said that he was really glad to see me, b/c the other "greeters" that he'd been assigned weren't all that good. he made a motion like he wanted to kick them out the door. i briefly wondered how hard this job was going to be, and inwardly resolved to do a good job.
i needn't have worried. my job, as a greeter, was to stand inside the entrance of BJ's, hand out flyers, and "look happy." holy. crap. it was fun, for maybe the first 30 minutes. then it got exponentially mind-numbingly dull by the half hour. standing at the photo lab was tiring, but at least i was wearing sneakers, and i actually got to DO something. getting to see other people's pictures and making greeting cards was fun. it required some skill to work the machines, and i wasn't doing the same thing over and over, you know? there's the various stages of photo development, mixing chemicals, dealing with customers, etc. at verizon, there is no variety. i am literally doing the same thing all day long. saying "hi, how are you" and looking happy are not exactly intellectually stimulating tasks, by any stretch of the imagination. it's repetitive. it requires all the skill of a supermarket vegetable. i could've been a friendly mango with flyers lying nearby, and would have accomplished the same thing. by the end of my shift, i was ready to scream from both boredom and the pain in my feet. definitely wearing flats tomorrow.
i'm going to be doing this for the next 3 weeks. i thought about what dan paris said, about not wanting to work with "average joes" over winter break. at the time, i thought it was sort of a silly thing to say. i hadn't minded working with average joes at target. but BJ's comprises of people who've somehow managed to not attain mediocrity. they're below-average joes. nice, yes. but my attempts at conversation with the personnel have thus far culminated in "yes, it's very cold outside" and "no, i don't work for BJ's" and "hi, my name is vicky. yes. no, not veronica. yeah. hi, nice to meet you too. oh no, actually my name is vicky. no, it's not veron--oh, nevermind."
i also got yelled at by a woman in a UVA pull-over for not having carts for her to use. and then i got yelled at for wasting precisely 6 minutes of her time b/c she had to walk around looking for them. i took comfort in the fact that she was going bald. that's enough to make anyone grumpy.
and i have to work on christmas eve.
and banner STILL won't let me register for art 316, despite prof. barnes putting in an override like a dozen times for me. darrrgh.
shoot. me now.
i miss the photo lab.
26 days until W&M.
i turned down the job at target photo lab b/c the pay was really shabby, and i want to go abroad at some point. taking a huge paycut wasn't going to send me to england. so now i'm working at the verizon kiosk inside of BJ's. i was instructed by the temp agency that i was to dress in "business casual" attire, which i took to mean corduroys, a button-down shirt, and heels. i figured, well, maybe i'll get to sit down now, instead of having to stand all the time at the photo lab. maybe it'll be fun.
boy, was i mistaken.
i arrived a few minutes early to make a good impression, and the manager seemed cool. big black man in a yellow shirt. he said that he was really glad to see me, b/c the other "greeters" that he'd been assigned weren't all that good. he made a motion like he wanted to kick them out the door. i briefly wondered how hard this job was going to be, and inwardly resolved to do a good job.
i needn't have worried. my job, as a greeter, was to stand inside the entrance of BJ's, hand out flyers, and "look happy." holy. crap. it was fun, for maybe the first 30 minutes. then it got exponentially mind-numbingly dull by the half hour. standing at the photo lab was tiring, but at least i was wearing sneakers, and i actually got to DO something. getting to see other people's pictures and making greeting cards was fun. it required some skill to work the machines, and i wasn't doing the same thing over and over, you know? there's the various stages of photo development, mixing chemicals, dealing with customers, etc. at verizon, there is no variety. i am literally doing the same thing all day long. saying "hi, how are you" and looking happy are not exactly intellectually stimulating tasks, by any stretch of the imagination. it's repetitive. it requires all the skill of a supermarket vegetable. i could've been a friendly mango with flyers lying nearby, and would have accomplished the same thing. by the end of my shift, i was ready to scream from both boredom and the pain in my feet. definitely wearing flats tomorrow.
i'm going to be doing this for the next 3 weeks. i thought about what dan paris said, about not wanting to work with "average joes" over winter break. at the time, i thought it was sort of a silly thing to say. i hadn't minded working with average joes at target. but BJ's comprises of people who've somehow managed to not attain mediocrity. they're below-average joes. nice, yes. but my attempts at conversation with the personnel have thus far culminated in "yes, it's very cold outside" and "no, i don't work for BJ's" and "hi, my name is vicky. yes. no, not veronica. yeah. hi, nice to meet you too. oh no, actually my name is vicky. no, it's not veron--oh, nevermind."
i also got yelled at by a woman in a UVA pull-over for not having carts for her to use. and then i got yelled at for wasting precisely 6 minutes of her time b/c she had to walk around looking for them. i took comfort in the fact that she was going bald. that's enough to make anyone grumpy.
and i have to work on christmas eve.
and banner STILL won't let me register for art 316, despite prof. barnes putting in an override like a dozen times for me. darrrgh.
shoot. me now.
i miss the photo lab.
26 days until W&M.