working 9 to 5
I think work is secretly trying to kill me. That, or they honestly respect me, I can't really tell which.
School starts in a week and few days, and until that time we're having the week of hell at the recreation center. There is so much going on, it's not even funny. We've got camping trips for freshmen, booths to run at all the open houses and fairs, our brand-new ropes course (!!!) to certify with risk management and be trained on, etc. And through it all, we're epically short staffed. Which means they've dumped a ton of responsibility on me. Like being in charge of closing every night, and training the new fall hires on closing procedures and running a climbing event of fifteen patrons and giving tours to the law students. Not to mention I still need to finish the September newsletter. Oh, and somehow still be manning the front desk.
I need a raise, for reals.
School starts in a week and few days, and until that time we're having the week of hell at the recreation center. There is so much going on, it's not even funny. We've got camping trips for freshmen, booths to run at all the open houses and fairs, our brand-new ropes course (!!!) to certify with risk management and be trained on, etc. And through it all, we're epically short staffed. Which means they've dumped a ton of responsibility on me. Like being in charge of closing every night, and training the new fall hires on closing procedures and running a climbing event of fifteen patrons and giving tours to the law students. Not to mention I still need to finish the September newsletter. Oh, and somehow still be manning the front desk.
I need a raise, for reals.