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So I've noticed a bunch of people bitching about their jobs (many several through LJ and a few in personal conversations) and yet I almost have no idea why they feel the need to bitch? Yeah, I'm sure that "everybody has their own personal hell" and whatnot, but seriously, I work between 38 and 45 hours a week just to be flat broke and not in debt at the end of the month. On top of that, I work at a pizza place, with dramatic co-workers, in Hudson, OH (snob central) and deal with tense people all day.
Those aren't complaints, just the facts from the outsider's perspective.
I still love my job, the fact that I actually feel accomplished when I leave work (even if I've been sitting around most of the shift). This might be due to the fact that I worked for 2 1/2 years on campus, dealing with NON-STOP customers, people on cell phones, touring families who don't understand the way to order and what we had, ect. THAT job was something to bitch about, albeit though, I do not work there anymore, so, I digress:
It just feels like to me that most of those who constantly complain just make it worse for themselves psychologically. I mean, don't get me wrong, I have days where I just want to leave and go home for sleep or homework. That's a sad fact alone, that my free time outside of class and work is spent ideally sleeping or working on stuff for class. Not to mention now that I run the College Democrats solely now, with a Primary season and a fundraiser to get under my belt by the end of my time at Kent.
So, taking in all of this, you'd think the time I'd have for a girl and all of my friends (who, according to some people, make up the entire population at Kent State), would be next to impossible and would just blast me into the upper reaches of insanity.
Yet, still no complaints.
Sometimes I just wish those people who bitched would actually have to provide everything for themselves, and do what I do everyday; I doubt that they would have very little to shine about. However, maybe it's my understanding that it can get much more busy than this later on in life, or my maturity taking hold finally, but my complaints are few and far between, especially with work. Donato's is a friggan dream, my schedule keeps me from blowing money on things I don't need, and it gives me a real feel for what it must be like to be a real adult. I don't want to say "grow up" to most of these people, but sometimes we just have to do things in our lives that we don't necessarily like. I wish I had more free time sometimes, but the free time that I have with people has given me some good opportunities to make memories for my last semester here.
So I guess, in summary: quit complaining and do it, there are worse things in life.
That's all I've got.
Those aren't complaints, just the facts from the outsider's perspective.
I still love my job, the fact that I actually feel accomplished when I leave work (even if I've been sitting around most of the shift). This might be due to the fact that I worked for 2 1/2 years on campus, dealing with NON-STOP customers, people on cell phones, touring families who don't understand the way to order and what we had, ect. THAT job was something to bitch about, albeit though, I do not work there anymore, so, I digress:
It just feels like to me that most of those who constantly complain just make it worse for themselves psychologically. I mean, don't get me wrong, I have days where I just want to leave and go home for sleep or homework. That's a sad fact alone, that my free time outside of class and work is spent ideally sleeping or working on stuff for class. Not to mention now that I run the College Democrats solely now, with a Primary season and a fundraiser to get under my belt by the end of my time at Kent.
So, taking in all of this, you'd think the time I'd have for a girl and all of my friends (who, according to some people, make up the entire population at Kent State), would be next to impossible and would just blast me into the upper reaches of insanity.
Yet, still no complaints.
Sometimes I just wish those people who bitched would actually have to provide everything for themselves, and do what I do everyday; I doubt that they would have very little to shine about. However, maybe it's my understanding that it can get much more busy than this later on in life, or my maturity taking hold finally, but my complaints are few and far between, especially with work. Donato's is a friggan dream, my schedule keeps me from blowing money on things I don't need, and it gives me a real feel for what it must be like to be a real adult. I don't want to say "grow up" to most of these people, but sometimes we just have to do things in our lives that we don't necessarily like. I wish I had more free time sometimes, but the free time that I have with people has given me some good opportunities to make memories for my last semester here.
So I guess, in summary: quit complaining and do it, there are worse things in life.
That's all I've got.