| The Cross and the Belt ( @ 2005-05-25 20:08:00 |
I've come to the conclusion that it's a bad situation to be in when you need money pretty badly, but really dislike the monotony of summer temporary employment. Becca's already convinced (at least partially) that I just lack a work ethic, so for that reason as well as others I'm sticking with this job, but it's just interesting to think about.
I don't think that I lack work ethic. I think I'm just selective of the things that I am interested in enough to throw myself into.
actually, before I go on, I'll clarify that Becca has never said that she thinks that, it's more just an impression that I get, and probably an overly-defensive one at that. Anyway...
I know it's not a unique phenomenon by any stretch, but I just don't like menial work. The job that I've got right now, which looks more and more like it'll be the only one I've got for the summer, is just about as menial as it can get. I'm working at the Household Hazardous Waste depot section of the Peterborough Recycling Centre. It's not nearly as risky and exciting as it sounds. What I'll be doing from 9:30am until 4:00pm Wednesday-Saturday is scraping out the contents of old paint cans into big buckets, and pouring old motor oil into a big container. I know. Thrilling, eh?
I'm torn though. I know that I'm lucky to have this job, since last summer I was forlornly unemployed between all-to-brief periods of sporadic employment, and I'm even luckier considering the circumstances under which I was hired, (I went in to get a replacement blue box, and just before I left I asked if they happened to be hiring. Turned out the manager had just gotten an e-mail letting him know that they were creating a summer position. I got it.) but I can't help but feel slighted when there are tons of jobs out there that I'm insanely over-qualified for, would love to get, would be incredibly good at, but time and time again get turned down for. I think I'm being taught a lesson, which is another reason why I'm going to stick this one out, dammit.
This is mostly just inane ramblings, but I blame it on the fact that I just started today, and I'm trying to find a way of coping with the fact that from now until the end of the summer, 24 horus a week are devoted to paint and motor oil.
I don't think that I lack work ethic. I think I'm just selective of the things that I am interested in enough to throw myself into.
actually, before I go on, I'll clarify that Becca has never said that she thinks that, it's more just an impression that I get, and probably an overly-defensive one at that. Anyway...
I know it's not a unique phenomenon by any stretch, but I just don't like menial work. The job that I've got right now, which looks more and more like it'll be the only one I've got for the summer, is just about as menial as it can get. I'm working at the Household Hazardous Waste depot section of the Peterborough Recycling Centre. It's not nearly as risky and exciting as it sounds. What I'll be doing from 9:30am until 4:00pm Wednesday-Saturday is scraping out the contents of old paint cans into big buckets, and pouring old motor oil into a big container. I know. Thrilling, eh?
I'm torn though. I know that I'm lucky to have this job, since last summer I was forlornly unemployed between all-to-brief periods of sporadic employment, and I'm even luckier considering the circumstances under which I was hired, (I went in to get a replacement blue box, and just before I left I asked if they happened to be hiring. Turned out the manager had just gotten an e-mail letting him know that they were creating a summer position. I got it.) but I can't help but feel slighted when there are tons of jobs out there that I'm insanely over-qualified for, would love to get, would be incredibly good at, but time and time again get turned down for. I think I'm being taught a lesson, which is another reason why I'm going to stick this one out, dammit.
This is mostly just inane ramblings, but I blame it on the fact that I just started today, and I'm trying to find a way of coping with the fact that from now until the end of the summer, 24 horus a week are devoted to paint and motor oil.