So...Can I rant about work for a few minutes??

I promise I will blog about my trip soon, but while I am on my lunch break I thought I would take the time to rant about how much I could quit my job. I know, I know: If I want to quit why don’t I? Because do you have any idea how hard it is to find a good job that will pay you more than minimum wage and work around your busy as hell college schedule? If you find one let me know, I want it.

So for a little background info, I have been working at the college in the food service area for two years now. I have been doing catering for that long and I have been working in one of the cafeterias, not the one I talked about that burned down, for a year. I really liked my job during the school year. Working 8 hours a week to pick up extra cash is a great sort of thing, but now that I am working full time in the summer, I have never regretted working somewhere so much. I should probably expect the bad treatment considering I am such an outcast there. I mean, one of the supervisors told me one day: “You can’t become a supervisor because you don’t really work here since you weren’t a college student when you did” or something that made more sense than that but was on similar lines. That should have been my first clue that work was going to be hell.

I don’t fit in at a college campus to be perfectly truthful. I’m just going to be a freshman whereas all the other student workers are going to be juniors or seniors. I don’t drink. I don’t smoke. I don’t go to outrageous parties in my free time. I work hard for my grades and study nonstop. And really, although people say I’m smart- when it comes to work- I’m dumber than a brick. So maybe I am rightfully verbally abused at work, but it doesn’t change the fact that sometimes people shouldn’t say things like they do.

I get told on a daily basis, “Kaitlin, you fuck everything up,” by one of the boys I work with. He insists that he’s only joking, but he says it with no signs of remorse or caring. I sometimes give him crap right back with saying things like “Dan why are you always around? Or Dan you’re such a little girl. Why do you care so much?” But it doesn’t change the fact that he looks down on me mostly because I am so much younger than he is.

I tend to think I am the one getting bitched at for everything at work. If it goes wrong it’s always my fault. Sometimes it is, sometimes I wasn’t even around for it. Like today when there were dirty dishes in with the clean ones, my supervisor tried to blame it on me, but yesterday I hadn’t even stepped foot into the dish room. I got told on multiple accounts that I messed up the pizzas. Between not cutting them right, holding the cutter wrong, and not making enough (although I clearly told my supervisor that I was going to make 8 and she said that was good), I basically got thrown down a million levels. The worst part is that I also got bitched out by a girl who doesn’t even work there. She’s the catering student, not a café worker. Yet she honestly thinks she holds this high and mighty spot and every time she opens her mouth in my direction, she makes me feel less and less like a person. Even today she wasn’t going to let me go on lunch break because she wouldn’t go on hers at the right time. (that’s a sort of complicated situation in itself).

I don’t think it would be so bad if it wasn’t for two things. One is that I am constantly busting my chops to work hard so people can see that I deserve to be a student supervisor. I take 15 minute breaks (our assigned time) while everyone else takes 30-35 minute breaks, I am constantly working until the last minute, but none of it seems to really matter. The other bad thing is that my boss who actually really likes me and asked me to work there, isn’t my boss anymore and I am stuck with my old catering boss who for some reason never liked me quite as much as everyone else. So my chances of ever becoming a student supervisor are shot.

I wish life was simple and I could just quit. This obviously isn’t the right job for me. If it was I would be happy and wouldn’t want to break down halfway into every work day. It’s only a food service job, I definitely won’t be doing that for the rest of my life. I need the money though, every college kid should try to work. Luckily in the fall I am only work one shift, but even that one shift might drive me a little insane after this summer. Maybe a miracle job will come up soon and I will get out of here. Or maybe I just need to learn to grin and bear it. We can’t always be happy can we? All I know that I am physically exhausted and it isn’t from the lack of sleep I had last night, although that may be a factor, it has more to do with the fact that this job wears me out.

Moral of the story? Blogs really help when you want to vent your feelings and no one will listen because no one really cares. Yeah, I think that will be the moral of my story.