Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Finals and Work

How I am going to manage work and finals in these next two weeks is beyond me. Work just called me a few minutes ago and informed me that the new guy called out of the afternoon shift and as manager it is on my job to get it filled. Thanks a lot buddy. You couldn't call out on a day that I don't have class. I called around and no one else can come in and cover it, so guess what? I have to. As if my Thanksgiving "break" didn't suck enough, what with only actually getting Thanksgiving off and working 12 to 15 hour days for the rest of it, now I have to work some more when I should be in class learning what I paid for. Not to mention my dropping participation grades due to being absent before for the same reason.

Ha! Even as I am writing this I have just gotten a text telling me my employee who works tomorrow morning on the desk might not make it in. Her daughter is sick and she might have to stay home and take care of her. I don't mind this as much since I will be there anyways, now I will just have to sit at the desk instead of working on my administration duties.

Anyways, I have taken the whole weekend off before the last day of class so that I can spend the right amount of time on everything I need to finish. All of my finals for all four of my classes are due on the last day of class. That includes one 7 page paper, one page paper, one ambitious article, and one art final. Woohoo!

While this semester has been stressful with everything I've need to take care of at work I have truly enjoyed all of my classes and learned a lot. This is the first semester I can say I have really enjoyed the work for a long time.

Work, while I may bitch a lot, has been educational as well. The people and company I work for suck, but hopefully I have learned the skills necessary to flourish at my next job. I also hope that I can find: 1.) a new job and 2.) one where the people don't suck.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Thanksgiving!

You gotta love the holidays, you get a day off from school and work. I need a break from work today. While my family is pretty dysfunctional, dealing with them, instead of my boss who tells me on a constant basis my personality sucks, will be much appreciated.

Yesterday I got to go through about 500 accounts one by one at work to check and make sure they had all paid because my boss could not figure out why our revenues were so low. I explained to him that he was missing thousands of dollars due to a prepaid CAP program we ran to make it through the summer and the lack of revenues coming from our sucky birthday parties. Needless to say the manly man did not believe the lowly woman and made me look through them anyways. What did I find? You guessed it!! CAP program and birthday parties. How does he repay me, by telling me one of our partner coaches thinks I am not shiny and bright enough and would rather go to the lazy happy jokester at the desk then me to help her with things. Well thats great. Good for her. When she is still waiting for two weeks for him to get it done when I could have done it in five seconds I will look at her, give her a great big happy smile, and ask her how her day is going.

Every other job I have worked at, including my waitressing job, has no problem with me. While it is agreed I am not the most open and bubbly person, I am perfectly sweet to customers and co workers and I am kick ass at my job. So why is this one so much different? Why do they pile on the responsibility and tell me I suck at life at every turn? I have no figured it out. Maybe it is me or maybe it is the people I work with. All I know is today I am thankful to have the day off, that I have a job in order to make a paycheck, that my family is around to pig out with, that my boyfriend can put up with me and loves me to pieces, that my friends love me and I love them, and that I have people fighting for my freedom whom I could not be prouder of and hope he comes back safe soon.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Doubt

Work is work, you go, you do what you have to do, you get the hell out of there. Should it always be that way though? Do you really spend thousands of dollars on an education to get a job that you could have done without the degree and still make the same amount of money? Are you always suppose to hate your job?

I find that the work I do at my job, while time consuming, is not anything particularly difficult. While a lot of it is tasks I have never encountered before (like calling up different companies to understand the multi-line phone systems and copy machines to get the best deal), it is all a learning process, experience for the next big thing. Is there really a next big thing?

I encountered a woman yesterday during a peak time on a Saturday afternoon. There were two birthday parties going on, on it is transition stage of getting into their room while the other needed to be cleaned, team practice ending, another beginning, and sales techniques that needed to be handled with straggling parents in the lobby. I was the only one around to handle it all at once. The woman was looking for her child's jacket she had left at our facility a week before. I had seen it around, but at this moment it was nowhere to be found. There are a number of people, including myself, that could have moved it our discarded it. I looked in all of the places that it could have been. I apologized to her and informed her that I could not find it, but if she left her name and number she would be called if it was found. She was not happy with this answer and become agitated. Apparently someone had told her earlier on in the week it was there. Again I apologized and told her I could not find it. She insisted I take her around to look for it. I did so, all the while telling her I had looked everywhere. I myself was now becoming agitated. I was trying to keep my cool, but her attitude with me was infectious. While walking around the facility, coached and parents were approaching me asking for help. This only increased my frustration. I can multitask at work with the best of them, but this was a bit overwhelming.

I finally came across my manager and coworker who had finally decided to stop playing with a parents dog outside. I could not take it any longer and passed the woman off to them. It must have been clear to her that we were all disorganized and had no idea what we were doing at that point in time. I felt bad for her and for the company that we were making such an impression. I needed to step away and handle other duties. After my manager had told her the same thing I did and got her name and number she approached me to ask me what was the matter. After explaining it to her, she talked down to me like a child, told me to get a grip, not let people see me frustrated, and get back to work.

While she was right that I needed to keep my cool, I began to question a few things. Why did I not have the help and support I needed from my coworkers in order to handle everything at once appropriately. Was that really the issue, or was I the issue? Do I just suck at my job? Do I not have what it takes to step up in the ladder and be a manager? If my manager had been around to handle it and gone through what I did with the pressure of everything at once would she have cracked or could she have remained composed?

I left work that day, after handling the rest of the craziness, feeling defeated. Am I doomed to work these dead end stressful jobs forever? Will I never get to a place where I am satisfied with my work? Will I always have to work in disorganization with no support, no money, and coworkers who always seem to make me feel bad about myself, even with their insincere compliments? Am I the issue? I do not know. All I know is that graduation is on the horizon, I am at a job who cannot guarantee me that I can have full time hours when the time comes, but makes me feel bad about thinking of other options to secure my future.


Saturday, November 13, 2010

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Camp Day

Kids have the day off from school, I have crazily agreed to work in the morning in place of my classes, and the gym is packed with little ones. Camp and Open Gym are going on right now which means we will get a minimal amount of money, a messy gym, and destroyed mats. That is just the nature of the business I guess.
In getting ready for the camp day and all of the other craziness going on here for the holiday season I was stuck here for twelve hours yesterday. Too bad we don't get over time. Major brownie points with the Russian Mob Boss though. He piled even more responsibilities on me. I'm pretty much his little bitch. If all of this didn't look so good on my resume I'd be going mad.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

To The Rescue!

I got to help a customer last night that truly brightened my day. After being bombarded with new responsibilities to the point where I had to go off and cry a little from the stress, here comes this sweet mom to brighten my day. She was a well dressed woman, clearly coming in after work, whose daughter is in the most scattered brained coaches program. She has volunteered to register all of the coaches girls into the USAG website in order for the girls to participate in meets within the Northeast region. This is not easy feet. The coach is not easy to deal with either. I felt for her I really did. When she came in needing all kinds of passwords and sign-ins and credit card numbers that the coach had neglected to give to her I was more ten happy to help. I directed her to the coaches location assume that the coach would give her what she needed. This woman is after all doing her a favor. Nope. She came back frustrated and annoyed informing me the coach had no time for her, she was doing the most important job in the world, coaching. I took the paperwork form her and walked into the gym and asked a few of the coaches, including the one she was working for, to give me the information she needed. No problem. two seconds, gives me the answers. Pretty painless I must say. Why they could not answer this mom in the same manner I am not sure. We all went back and forth like this for a few rounds until finally everything was done. The mother was very appreciative of my efforts. We shot the shit about the nature of the coaches and how the whole process was a lot harder then it needed to be. I'm sure we will be coming in contact again soon and I look forward to it. She seemed like a really cool lady to sit down with over a drink and just talk. Perhaps if I was 10 years older I would have made a new friend.

Another Day, Another Dollar...Oh wait...

The responsibilities just keep piling on! Woohoo! I swear every time I go into work they have added one another aspect of the company that I am responsible for. In about two months I have gone from strictly front desk to: front desk, customer service supervisor, administrative manager, head of scheduling the facility space, making sure hard copies of the class schedule is correct, keeping the schedule of classes updated in the computer system, creating all program flyers and tri-folds, updating the website with the latest news and schedule changes, decorating the gym for special events, managing all front desk staff, cleaning the front desk, payroll, staff pictures, HR, and employee files. I feel like there is more. Oh, creating email addresses for all employees and then setting that account up to forward to their personal email because they are too lazy to check their work email. With all of this added responsibility you would think I would be making some big bucks. They have not raised my hourly rate at all. I am doing the job of like 6 people and getting paid only slightly more then the new hires I am constantly cleaning up after. Sweet. That's cool. I don't care. I am only falling behind in school because by the time I finish my ten and a half hour days I fall asleep mid paper or book. I just keep telling myself there is only 7 months left until graduation. Just 7 months to try and keep up with making money for the bills and homework for a degree. 7 months. 7 more months of trying to figure out what the hell the Umass Administration is doing down there in their office that it takes almost a year for the WPE results to show up on my degree audit. 7 more months of working for the Russian mod assuring every customer that yes is the answer. 7 more months of getting looks from teachers that your just the typical slacker who goes out drinking every weekend instead of doing homework. 7 more months of having absolutely no time or energy to go out and have fun with friends unless scheduled weeks in advance so I can get time off and work around my homework. Just 7 more months.