I put in my letter of resignation to my boss last Friday. I told her that I felt it was time to move on toward my career goals (what career goals?) and that I had accepted another position with the University. Well, it turns out I didn't get my first choice job with the University, but I did get my second choice position. After a long interview process, they finally extended the job offer to me yesterday. I didn't negotiate my salary as well as I wish I had. But I called back today and accepted the position and asked if I could have .50 more per hour. She said it was do-able, but she had to clear it with someone else first. Either way, it is going to be a much better position for me than the hellhole.
I think I am interested in a career in Healthcare Administration. Not necessarily at a big hospital or anything, but possibly a clinic or smaller healthcare facility. I'm still working on figuring out exactly what I want to do with my life. I know that I want a family and children and my own house and a comfortable living. I'm not greedy or money starved, I just want enough to retire comfortably and afford the things that make my life simple but happy. I am more than happy to keep a consistent job throughout marriage and raising children, but I know I want to be there for the finer moments in child rearing. As far as what kinds of jobs I want, I have no idea. I just through my applications out there and hope for the best. Now back to work.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Friday, January 26, 2007
sing it Danny!
Today's theme song is "Bad Day" by Mr. Daniel Powter! Sometimes all it takes is one little situation or one person to turn your day down the wrong road. I had a client attack my Customer Service skills because we asked to see her ID when she presented a check. I am a concumer just like she is and when I go into a good place of business I expect good customer service. Which is why I don't go to Wal-mart. However, I also understand that the people who are working are real people just like me. Everyone has a bad day every now and then and it isn't always easy to contain your foul mood to yourself. This lady came in while another customer was having the same issue with needing ID when presenting a check, so she barged in on the conversation and said that I should never argue with the customer, that I should apologize and that she was going to speak to management. Well, the jokes on her, she can tell managemnt whatever she wants, I put in my 2 weeks notice today. But that's beside the point.
I understand that maybe she was having a bad day and that I probably could have responded differently to her. I offer no excuses in the situation, but I also offer no apologies. I am a person and I have feelings and the customer is NOT always right.
People take such advantage of other people. For whatever reason, a general mindset has crept it's way into society that if one yells loud enough or "speaks to management" one can get anything one wants. I find that people who work in customer service tend to be the most forgiving of annoying or seemingly unfair policies. Chances are the person who is enforcing a policy has nothing to do with the creating of the damn policy, he or she is just the one stuck telling everyone else to follow it. I think that everyone should have a dose of helping an angry customer before unloading a shit ton of crap on someone else. I hate the idea that the customer is always right. And rudeness or shouting never got anyone any goodness.
I understand that maybe she was having a bad day and that I probably could have responded differently to her. I offer no excuses in the situation, but I also offer no apologies. I am a person and I have feelings and the customer is NOT always right.
People take such advantage of other people. For whatever reason, a general mindset has crept it's way into society that if one yells loud enough or "speaks to management" one can get anything one wants. I find that people who work in customer service tend to be the most forgiving of annoying or seemingly unfair policies. Chances are the person who is enforcing a policy has nothing to do with the creating of the damn policy, he or she is just the one stuck telling everyone else to follow it. I think that everyone should have a dose of helping an angry customer before unloading a shit ton of crap on someone else. I hate the idea that the customer is always right. And rudeness or shouting never got anyone any goodness.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Tax season
I officially did my very own taxes last night. I used Turbo Tax and it was finished in 30 min. Every year, I hit some sort of landmark where I feel more like a "real" adult, living on my own and supporting myself. Turning 18 didn't do it for, but little things like finishing an entire tube of toothpaste by msyelf. Doing my own laundry in the dorms for the first time. Doing my own taxes. These are things that make me feel less like a child and more like someone who is capable of surviving without the constant supervision of her parents.
I have decided to use a portion of my taxes to pay down my credit card, another portion will go directly into my savings account and the final portion will be taken to Orlando when I go on a shopping spree to celebrate being a workinggirl woman. I haven't quite decided on how responsible I want to be, but there is definitely some shopping in my near future.
I have decided to use a portion of my taxes to pay down my credit card, another portion will go directly into my savings account and the final portion will be taken to Orlando when I go on a shopping spree to celebrate being a working
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Can I have a new job please?
Reasons why I hate my job:
1. Promotions that make clients jump through flaming hoops to "get the deal"
2. Finap Frenzy Days
3. Clients who think I, personally, have wronged them for their own screw up or for policies which I actually have no say in creating
Our current promotion claims that our clients will get something Free! Free! Free!, when in reality they have to maintain certain fine print details in order to achieve the not-so-free-anymore product. What that means for me is that if I am still working at the hellhole, in a few weeks when people go to redeem their prize, the fine print will eliminate half the contestants! And that half of the contestants will certainly not sit on their butts and twiddle their thumbs, that half is most certainly going to come in and yell at me as representative of the hellhole and blame me for the wrong that I have done against them. Definitely quitting soon. Definitely.
In other, happier news, Ryan and I had dinner with his sister's family and his parents last night. Little Jack and the Finnster are so precious. Finn has taken quite a fancy for Ryan. He climbs into Ryan's lap, leans up against his stomach and insists that Ryan look at/read a book to him. Meanwhile, Jack runs around on an adrenaline rush because the Cheese! Nana! and his Uncle Ryan! are there to play with him. I can't get over the cuteness of those children.
After dinner, we went over to Erich's house to play Settlers of Catan. Usually, it's just a bunch of guys sitting around the table making manly jokes. Last night, however, was an unspoken bring your girlfriend to hang out with the guys night. Fish brought his girl, I came with Ryan, Cory brought his Erika and Erich's girlfriend Stacey came in later. Settlers of Catan is a "game of economics and strategy". For our group, it means we have to form alliances to simultaneously get what we need individually only to break those alliances to help someone beat our enemies. I threatened Ryan with sleeping on the couch, Justin was offering sexual favors to anyone who would trade him an Ore, Erich & Eddie were whispering sweet nothings ("I'll give you 2 wood so you can build those roads if you give me a grain for my settlement") and Cory & Erika had their heads together plotting to win. Fun was had by all involved.
1. Promotions that make clients jump through flaming hoops to "get the deal"
2. Finap Frenzy Days
3. Clients who think I, personally, have wronged them for their own screw up or for policies which I actually have no say in creating
Our current promotion claims that our clients will get something Free! Free! Free!, when in reality they have to maintain certain fine print details in order to achieve the not-so-free-anymore product. What that means for me is that if I am still working at the hellhole, in a few weeks when people go to redeem their prize, the fine print will eliminate half the contestants! And that half of the contestants will certainly not sit on their butts and twiddle their thumbs, that half is most certainly going to come in and yell at me as representative of the hellhole and blame me for the wrong that I have done against them. Definitely quitting soon. Definitely.
In other, happier news, Ryan and I had dinner with his sister's family and his parents last night. Little Jack and the Finnster are so precious. Finn has taken quite a fancy for Ryan. He climbs into Ryan's lap, leans up against his stomach and insists that Ryan look at/read a book to him. Meanwhile, Jack runs around on an adrenaline rush because the Cheese! Nana! and his Uncle Ryan! are there to play with him. I can't get over the cuteness of those children.
After dinner, we went over to Erich's house to play Settlers of Catan. Usually, it's just a bunch of guys sitting around the table making manly jokes. Last night, however, was an unspoken bring your girlfriend to hang out with the guys night. Fish brought his girl, I came with Ryan, Cory brought his Erika and Erich's girlfriend Stacey came in later. Settlers of Catan is a "game of economics and strategy". For our group, it means we have to form alliances to simultaneously get what we need individually only to break those alliances to help someone beat our enemies. I threatened Ryan with sleeping on the couch, Justin was offering sexual favors to anyone who would trade him an Ore, Erich & Eddie were whispering sweet nothings ("I'll give you 2 wood so you can build those roads if you give me a grain for my settlement") and Cory & Erika had their heads together plotting to win. Fun was had by all involved.
Friday, January 19, 2007
The job search continues...
I am seriously beginning to lose patience with the job search. I am aware that it is ridiculous to feel like there is no end in sight to this job search when I already have a job lined up for which I am supposed to start on February 19. Oh and not to mention the second interview I just had with the Dept of Uroloogy on Wednesday and the the second interview I will be going to at the Admissions office next Wednesday. Those 3 jobs are beside the point! The point is this: I am still employed at the hellhole with no definite end in sight. I don't actually want the job that I'm supposed to start on Feb 19. It's just a back up in case no other job comes through.
My patience is fading and I'm beginning to feel the desperation that comes from being thoroughly unhappy with my current position.
In other news, my relationship with my sweet sweet boyfriend continues to grow deeper in love. We've stepped into a new level of being really great friends and really great lovers. We've come through a series of very serious "discussions" about the impending future. Discussions full of tears and painful moments, always ending with a feeling of uncertainty for where our future will take us but a firm determination to be together. The fact remains that we have no idea where we will live once he graduates. Do we stay in here or move further north? Do we move to the West coast? I love our current apartment. It has plenty of space and our set up is very comfortable and functional. I'd love to paint, but the non-permanent nor even semi-permanent situation poses a problem.
It feels like Gainesville is a place of transition. I transitioned into college, transitioned out of college and into the "real world". I'm just waiting for Ryan to make his next transition and then we figure out where to go and what to do for our next transition.
Last night, as I attempted to nap on Erich's couch while the boys played RPG StarWars (read: big nerds! whom I love!) I thought to myself, "It's nice to be so in love with someone that I will follow him to a friends house and read/sleep on said friends couch just to keep myself in the same room as him. It's lovely.
My patience is fading and I'm beginning to feel the desperation that comes from being thoroughly unhappy with my current position.
In other news, my relationship with my sweet sweet boyfriend continues to grow deeper in love. We've stepped into a new level of being really great friends and really great lovers. We've come through a series of very serious "discussions" about the impending future. Discussions full of tears and painful moments, always ending with a feeling of uncertainty for where our future will take us but a firm determination to be together. The fact remains that we have no idea where we will live once he graduates. Do we stay in here or move further north? Do we move to the West coast? I love our current apartment. It has plenty of space and our set up is very comfortable and functional. I'd love to paint, but the non-permanent nor even semi-permanent situation poses a problem.
It feels like Gainesville is a place of transition. I transitioned into college, transitioned out of college and into the "real world". I'm just waiting for Ryan to make his next transition and then we figure out where to go and what to do for our next transition.
Last night, as I attempted to nap on Erich's couch while the boys played RPG StarWars (read: big nerds! whom I love!) I thought to myself, "It's nice to be so in love with someone that I will follow him to a friends house and read/sleep on said friends couch just to keep myself in the same room as him. It's lovely.
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