Okay, so every Friday I work at the West gate near the Tanner building. And usually every Friday it's really slow because hey, it's a Friday and who wants to be up on campus on a Friday night later than 4 o'clock?
Well apparently EVERYONE wants to be up here this week! If I have one more person ask me if they can go park by the JSB, (which has NO PARKING AROUND IT IN THE FIRST PLACE) I swear I'm gonna scream.
Sometimes I love my job but really hate people in cars.
Josh out.
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Friday, October 30, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
I hate job hunting. The end.
So...I've never been that great with computers. I have a love-hate relationship with them. Mostly hate.
I figured it was just my natural tendency to be old-fashioned...(or lazy?)
I mean, I can type like nobody's business...78wpm thank you very much. And am very capable of multi-tasking (i.e. homework plus blog surfing)
But do I have a "working knowledge" (whatever that means) of Excel?
Publisher? (more important question: do I even know what publisher is/does?)
HTML?
WP9? (????)
nope.
Therefore I am obsolete and unqualified for any jobs that don't involve the dreaded cafeteria of the freshman...those days are over.
Oh except one:
I could be a cake froster.
Yep, I can do that.
I think.
oh wait. it's from midnight to THREE in the morning!*
*I think I'll pass on the walking-home-late-at-night-and-getting-attacked part. If only I had a nice gentleman to walk me home...ha...ha...
(And this just turned into a rant about boys..wow. It's official: I blame all my problems in life on men. It's just easier that way.)
Maybe I'm picky.
Not! I'm not picky!
I wanted to be a waitress! but no one will hire me because I'm not 21 yet! (stupid utah)
GAHHHHH.....
I figured it was just my natural tendency to be old-fashioned...(or lazy?)
I mean, I can type like nobody's business...78wpm thank you very much. And am very capable of multi-tasking (i.e. homework plus blog surfing)
But do I have a "working knowledge" (whatever that means) of Excel?
Publisher? (more important question: do I even know what publisher is/does?)
HTML?
WP9? (????)
nope.
Therefore I am obsolete and unqualified for any jobs that don't involve the dreaded cafeteria of the freshman...those days are over.
Oh except one:
I could be a cake froster.
Yep, I can do that.
I think.
oh wait. it's from midnight to THREE in the morning!*
*I think I'll pass on the walking-home-late-at-night-and-getting-attacked part. If only I had a nice gentleman to walk me home...ha...ha...
(And this just turned into a rant about boys..wow. It's official: I blame all my problems in life on men. It's just easier that way.)
Maybe I'm picky.
Not! I'm not picky!
I wanted to be a waitress! but no one will hire me because I'm not 21 yet! (stupid utah)
GAHHHHH.....
Friday, May 1, 2009
Here's your sign!
Okay, so it's my turn to vent. This is ridiculous! Women!!!! I hate, no, LOATHE this ordeal that we term as "Woman's Conference." For all you ladies out there, which hey, is the other three people that follow this blog, I apologize.
Background:
Woman's Conference: That lovely time of the year in which a million estrogen filled vessels make their way to God's University. Why? Good heavens, I don't have a clue. I think it's some kind of "flower power," women's rights, "Go ladies" tripe that just fuels their britches and gets 'em pumped for the next 12 months.
My Predicament:
So, here I sit in a visitor booth just to the east of the Wilk trying to maintain law and order between who can park and who can not. FYI: There are two HUGE signs that say, "This is NOT a Woman's Conference parking lot." Yet take a crack at how many women CAN'T READ!!!
Dialogue:
"I've been driving all over campus and can't find anywhere to park. Every lot is full."
(My brain is thinking, "Uh huh. Sure they are.") "Hiiiiii there. Well here's what we're going to have you do. Take this..... blah blah blah.... and voila! You're there."
"Are you serious!!!!?" (Spit flying.)
*She speeds away*
I love my job.
Okay.... I might have to rescind a few comments. A lady just came up to me and said this:
"Dear. I found a parking space. Thank you so much. You've saved me so much time from having to run around looking for a spot and now I can get in get out and make my way back home to Salt Lake. Thank you. I was going to have Subway for lunch but I thought of you and just wanted to thank you for your help. Here, take my sandwich."
*melt*
I know what you three are thinking, "Serves you right."
:P
Background:
Woman's Conference: That lovely time of the year in which a million estrogen filled vessels make their way to God's University. Why? Good heavens, I don't have a clue. I think it's some kind of "flower power," women's rights, "Go ladies" tripe that just fuels their britches and gets 'em pumped for the next 12 months.
My Predicament:
So, here I sit in a visitor booth just to the east of the Wilk trying to maintain law and order between who can park and who can not. FYI: There are two HUGE signs that say, "This is NOT a Woman's Conference parking lot." Yet take a crack at how many women CAN'T READ!!!
Dialogue:
"I've been driving all over campus and can't find anywhere to park. Every lot is full."
(My brain is thinking, "Uh huh. Sure they are.") "Hiiiiii there. Well here's what we're going to have you do. Take this..... blah blah blah.... and voila! You're there."
"Are you serious!!!!?" (Spit flying.)
*She speeds away*
I love my job.
Okay.... I might have to rescind a few comments. A lady just came up to me and said this:
"Dear. I found a parking space. Thank you so much. You've saved me so much time from having to run around looking for a spot and now I can get in get out and make my way back home to Salt Lake. Thank you. I was going to have Subway for lunch but I thought of you and just wanted to thank you for your help. Here, take my sandwich."
*melt*
I know what you three are thinking, "Serves you right."
:P
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