I feel a pattern that the beginning of semesters are going to be a bit rough for me. I’m a worry-wart, so all of these new classes and schedules and obligations tends to send my mind spinning and I just simply freak out. However, now that week one is behind me, I’m feeling less apprehensive about this semester and at least trying to take it one day at a time.
At least I’m not crying over how much I miss home like last semester. (Though I miss my dog, Tabor, terribly. :()
I started my new job on Wednesday. I’m not really sure what my official title is – I think it’s along the lines of Clerical Student Assistant. I have work-study with my university and work in the Psychology Department. From what I got from my first day of training, I basically do whatever they want me to do. I received a thick handbook about what my job would entail. After the first day, I honestly couldn’t tell you what I was supposed to do. I didn’t know, which was slightly scary and at the same time funny. The whole being in a new environment and not knowing what the crap is going on or who any of these people are really freaks me out. So after I was done with work on Wednesday, I just worried all day Thursday about how work on Friday would go.
Like always though, I seem to worry about really irrelevant things. It turns out, I actually had fun this morning at work. I got to scan a lot of papers, shred them, and today I placed an order for supplies. I got to go through and find the items on the website, so I was just pretending I was buying all these office supplies for myself because I like shopping for new school supplies. Then I did more “actual work” and worked on some Excel spreadsheets, but it was just overall a good day. Plus, I get my own email, which may seem insignificant, but it definitely makes me feel like an integral part of the office.
My supervisor seems very nice. She’s an older lady, and she’s very sweet, if not rather particular about how things are done. I’m not going to lie, I’ve always wanted to work in an office, even if I was just doing bottom-of-the-totem-pole kind of work. I always thought working with a copy machine and running errands would be fun. Is that weird? I think I’ll like working in an office-type environment.
At least I hope so. I would prefer not to hate my job.
I originally had some problems with my hours and this stupid Theatre Appreciation class I have to take. Basically the course was overlapping with the hours I was supposed to work. I thought it would’ve worked out fine, I just would’ve been a few minutes late to class on Fridays. I emailed the instructor to notify him and he responded rather douche-ly. I don’t think he intended to reply so rudely, but it definitely came across since he lectured me about how I shouldn’t enroll in classes I can’t attend on time. Well, pardon me. I didn’t assign myself the hours I’m working! Then he told me I would probably fail the class if I was up to five minutes late on Fridays, which I think is a little dramatic (heh, he is a theatre instructor…). But anyhow, I just had to shorten my hours some, which I suppose is okay, but it took an hour off of how much I originally worked, and while I might think I like doing this office stuff, I’m still there for the money.
Which, by the way, my pay is awesome, at least for the kind of job I have. I make $10.50 an hour, which is such a relief since I am a.) a college student and b.) kind of broke. I’ve been saving for a car, and next semester I’m moving into an apartment. I can just see the bills stacking up before my eyes. x_x I have a fixed schedule which is also nice: I work Mondays and Wednesdays from 12:15 PM to 5:00 PM and then Fridays 8:00 AM to 10:45 AM. The Fridays kind of suck because I have to get up pretty early and it’s a short shift (stupid theatre class), and the Mondays and Wednesdays because I don’t have time for lunch between my class and work. I’ll just have to pack a sandwich to go, which I’m sure I’ll get sick of pretty fast.
At the end of my shift this morning, my ankle was really hurting so I assumed I had a blister from my flats. I got to my class and Andrew was complaining about something, so I pulled up my pants to show him my blister and was startled to find my ankle covered in blood. My flats were literally just slowly chipping at the layers of my skin. It was disgusting. I had to sit through class with it bleeding and walk across campus back to my dorm before I could clean it and take my shoes off. I’d post a picture, but I think if I stared at it too long I’d get queasy…
It hurt pretty bad once I started paying attention to it. I soaked my pants and tried to get as much blood of my shoes as I could when I got back. I’m not too worried since it’s just on the inside of the flats so it’s not noticeable. However, now I have to find some different shoes that don’t destroy my feet!