Hmmm...

[ikyrian]

If I ever seem a bit faraway, bitchy or snappy, here's why:

Monday: Test due for Japanese (an apparently an application but no one did it so, oh, well) and Catering from 4-11. *done and done!*

Tuesday: Get Chapter 17 test for Japanese; practice violin; meeting with UReading seniors for interview; Home Before Morning discussion.

Wednesday: Violin lesson; Self-Defense; catering from 4:30-11 (all in a row with no real break); at some point study for d'Entremont's test.

Thursday: d'Entremont's test, supposedly catering from 1-4 but as I'll be taking a test...; CompPol readings along with Political Research.

Friday: Catering 4-? Japanese test due. Argh.

Saturday: Catering 8:30 (in the morning!) - 1. Ewww.

That's a basic schedule. I'm sure other things will crop up later.

Comments

Denise

[(Anonymous)]

Heather, what the fuck??? What the fuck are you doing working so many damn hours for catering? I thought that W-S was only 12 hours a week, not ten billion!

I mean, if you really need the money, then I guess there's nothing you can do about it. But working so many damn hours when you aren't even supposed to be is going to kill you! Just go to what's-her-face in charge of scheduling and tell her, "Look, I'm more than pulling my share of this, I am not going to keep these hours!" Please, Heather. I don't want to see you fail and/or die because of all of those catering hours.

Re: Denise

[ikyrian.livejournal.com]

I wish I could. Just tell Isabel that I need to stop, I mean. It's a screwed up testatment to my childhood that I will work all the hours assigned to me. I have a rather skewed outlook on life and about myself. I tried to explain this to Karlene once (I think), but I don't think she really understood what I meant.

I need to feel needed. My greatest wish in the world is to feel wanted by the people around me. And if it takes working insane hours for a job to get that fulfillment, then, darnit that's what I'll do. The only reason I'm quitting my job after this Christmas, isn't that I *hate* it hate it, but that they don't make me feel like they need me. Ergo, I go somewhere else. Sadly, I really do like the job, without that push to make me want to come everyday, I'll not go.

It's also something that my mother drilled into me when I was impressionable. Always put your best foot forward. Always be presentable when you go to work. Always calm and reasonable. Accept as many hours as they give and ask for more if you can. Always give 110% to your job no matter how horrendous it really is. And most of all, always always always be polite, cheerful, and, most of all, accepting of everything.

Now, I love my mother to death. I can't imagine any other person as my mom (and, quite frankly, don't want to), and will love her to the end of time. I'm not condemning her for telling me this. In fact, I think it is something that will help me in the future, and am very glad to have received this advice.

Of course, I think they would rather see me pass than tell someone off for not working. Besides, it's not like I work every week. Catering is a fickle job. Some weeks there's absolutely nothing going on. And others you're bombarded with stuff. Take this week for example: Pearl S. Buck Award ceremony, Thanksgiving around the corner, people trying to do things before Thanksgiving break here on campus. It was bound to get hectic, so I'm not really bitter. Especially if I get good food cooked by Jeff. Or Walter. Eating well is always a good thing.

Denise again

[(Anonymous)]

Okay, if you say so. I didn't know about the some-weeks-busy-and-some-not deal. And you never seemed to show that you liked it, but if you do, then good, then you enjoy your job (at least somewhat, I hope :-] ).

As for the work ethic that was drilled into by your parents--yeah, mine did the same thing. I suppose it comes in handy sometimes, but then others I just get so sick and tired of giving my all at something trivial--esp. last year in the dining hall. What was really the point in giving 110% there? What, I got to cook more overly garlicky foods and stand for ever longer hours and get sore?

Well, I'm glad it's not constantly like this. I wish you as relaxing a week as possible, then.