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The other day I had my orientation for my dining common job. As I learned the art of removing soda units and how to properly punch out, I could not help but think how much work this job is going to be. All my previous jobs were never completely white collar, but they were not entirely blue collar either. They mostly required a small strain of muscle fiber but nothing compared to what this job requires. The pay is good, 11.25 dollars the hour and I get free food, which will reduce home costs, but i do not know if i really want to spend my free time serving the masses and cleaning. I am already busy as it is. As of now, it will be a trial run. I joke around with my friend Bisrat that I am finally in the low income service industry group--a stark contrast to the my time in the world of academia.
After my orientation I went to Dwinnnel to meet up the white and imperialistic devil members of my Ecuador project. There were new people there to hear what we did in the project. I noticed that I have become less and less tolerable of these people. I did not even make an effort to say hi to this girl on the project.
As always, when it was the education committees turn to give an overview of our efforts the two girls on the project stayed silent. Being quite the talker I gave a very detailed description of my efforts--of course highlighting the most productive parts, which not surprisingly the rest of the group thought it was my efforts and work that was worth noting. After dealing with these people I know their weaknesses. I strategically use this knowledge to bolder up both my position and power within the group. I know that these girls are not able to step to the leader position although one of them has expressed her interest in becoming the new coordinator.
If she is made the new coordinator I will certainly try to take her position, not by force, but by doing my job and showing that her selection was one of the biggest mistakes committed on this project. Both my skills as a Spanish speaker and an engaging speaker will certainly top her little communication skills and lack of energy. They will see. I will not work for someone that I think is less qualified than me, One has to have standards.
My patience at that point was thin. I yawned several times and sent out verbal cues to the coordinator that it was time to get the fuck out there.
At this point the future is a great question mark. At this point this project has become the child that no onr really wants, a child that has so much potential but is not nurtured. There is a deep sense of irresponsibility in this project. It is a good project. it is something that can be easily accomplished with only hard work and a drive to empower.
I feel like I changed after living through this ordeal. It is a good preview to all the bull shit I will encounter from people in the future. I learned to sometimes not give a fuck about people's feelings and follow your gut instinct. there is no point in pleasing everyone all the time, Some people will always see you as the good and wholesome person, and some people will always see you as the enemy--I have learned to see people as resources to my ends. Respect for autonomy? Screw that.
In the end it is about you and your family. Selfish but true.
After my orientation I went to Dwinnnel to meet up the white and imperialistic devil members of my Ecuador project. There were new people there to hear what we did in the project. I noticed that I have become less and less tolerable of these people. I did not even make an effort to say hi to this girl on the project.
As always, when it was the education committees turn to give an overview of our efforts the two girls on the project stayed silent. Being quite the talker I gave a very detailed description of my efforts--of course highlighting the most productive parts, which not surprisingly the rest of the group thought it was my efforts and work that was worth noting. After dealing with these people I know their weaknesses. I strategically use this knowledge to bolder up both my position and power within the group. I know that these girls are not able to step to the leader position although one of them has expressed her interest in becoming the new coordinator.
If she is made the new coordinator I will certainly try to take her position, not by force, but by doing my job and showing that her selection was one of the biggest mistakes committed on this project. Both my skills as a Spanish speaker and an engaging speaker will certainly top her little communication skills and lack of energy. They will see. I will not work for someone that I think is less qualified than me, One has to have standards.
My patience at that point was thin. I yawned several times and sent out verbal cues to the coordinator that it was time to get the fuck out there.
At this point the future is a great question mark. At this point this project has become the child that no onr really wants, a child that has so much potential but is not nurtured. There is a deep sense of irresponsibility in this project. It is a good project. it is something that can be easily accomplished with only hard work and a drive to empower.
I feel like I changed after living through this ordeal. It is a good preview to all the bull shit I will encounter from people in the future. I learned to sometimes not give a fuck about people's feelings and follow your gut instinct. there is no point in pleasing everyone all the time, Some people will always see you as the good and wholesome person, and some people will always see you as the enemy--I have learned to see people as resources to my ends. Respect for autonomy? Screw that.
In the end it is about you and your family. Selfish but true.