I decided to create a meme in honour of my semester almost being over, as well as just saying “screw it” until I get a better job. Enjoy! And share with your friends!
Monthly Archives: April 2012
I have finally thrown up my hands when it comes to work and decided that not two more fucks will be given. I spend about 90% of my time at work worrying about petty gossip and the other 10% actually doing any selling. It goes without saying that I am not making ANY commission, ever, and I don’t even care anymore. Chi Chi is a fine place to work, if you love talking smack about your co-workers. It’s completely unprofessional and I am trying like mad to find another job somewhere in the city. My next career may involve slicing the heads off of newborn mice. No joke. Though I’d prefer to do some education work, as that is the field I am in graduate school for. On a totally unrelated note, it’s spring and it’s been lovely weather here!
What are we supposed to do when people gossip at work? It happens. We have to admit this. And I can’t say I’m innocent of being an angel 100% of the time. There have been a few occasions where I have said a nasty thing or two. But there is a difference between letting something bitchy slip out of your mouth every once in awhile and having a constant stream of shit-talk spewing from your mouth all day, every day. And if you’re not one of those people who likes to trash talk, it can be uncomfortable and make work a place you don’t want to go to. So the solution can be one of two: Deal with it and let all the bad feelings pile up inside you or talk to a supervisor and try to find a fix.
It’s been getting to the point where I had to say something to my boss. I used to get excited going into Chi Chi every day, but with the negativity that’s in the air, I’ve been unable to work. Maybe it’s me, and maybe I’m too sensitive to other’s emotions, but when people are being cruel each and every day it’s unhealthy. I took my boss aside and told her that the gossip in the store was not just regular “water-cooler” gossip, but that workers and even some managers are inappropriately malicious to one another and it’s ugly. I told her it’s gotten to the point where I don’t talk to anyone, because if you don’t have something bitchy to say no one wants to hear it. She’s been in meetings and training new store managers for the district the past 3 weeks and it’s come as a shock to her how much the store is unwinding when she isn’t there to supervise behaviour.
Moving on from all that negativity. I’m almost done with my first semester of graduate school, and what a relief that is! Not that I was sweating the small stuff at school. We did just have to do a mastery learning unit and create a whole unit worth of work that can be used when it comes time to teach. That’s like…almost a month worth of teaching work I already have done in my career. Whoopee! I never realized how much planning goes into teaching, and I have a much deeper sense of appreciation for all my teachers in the past, even the shitty ones (Ya, I’m talking to you 7th grade history teacher). It’s pretty fun seeing teaching from the other side, after having been (and still being) on the student side my whole life.
This was an exciting week for Boston. This past Monday was Marathon Monday/Patriots’ Day. Almost everyone in Boston has the day off from work and the “real” reason is Patriots’ Day, which is to commemorate the Battles of Lexington and Concord, but it’s also the same day the Boston Marathon is run and traffic would have to be cut off in and around metro-Boston, so basically it’s just another holiday to get drunk. I was surprised to learn that in many areas, like Boston College (which is right near the notorious Heartbreak Hill), Marathon Monday is a bigger drunkfest than St. Patty’s Day. Kids were walking around the campus in “Keep Calm and Mara-thon” tanks. They also were giving terrifically loud support to all the runners, as they were coming off the downhill of Heartbreak Hill.
I spent my Marathon Monday on the docks by the Charles and then ran into a New Zealand rugby player who plays rugby with Rugby Rascal. Needless to say, I’ve never been more of a hot mess.
Hey all! It’s been awhile, but alas, I have not given up on you. I’ve had quite the busy month and neglected my blogging duties, but fear not, I will always return (dun dun DUN!). From where I’m sitting right now, things have been pretty hectic. I have one more month before my semester wraps up and I’ve been striving to get everything done. Additionally, my new job requires way more thought than I had thought and I’ve been busy getting that cash money. It could be said that it’s crunch time for me now and the clock is ticking to get everything done in a neat and orderly way.
There’s a lot I wanted to recap on, but perhaps the biggest thing I need to go back in time and tell you about is very Boston related. This year marked my first (and hopefully not my last) St. Patty’s day in Boston. I spent the day slowly sipping cider, getting my buzz on, and watching everyone around me go from drunk to hot mess. It was pretty bizarre being the only semi-sober person at the party I was at (which essentially was a BU Law Party). But I will tell you this: If you wear green jeans on St. Patty’s day in Boston, every drunk Irish man will tell you he loves your style and thinks your amazing. I think drunk Irish men know what they’re talking because I am amazing. Just joshin’, I’m silly.
Moving on, let’s talk high school. Not really, but in terms of me doing my observation hours there. For graduate school in education, students must sit in on classes and observe teacher behaviour and interaction amongst students and the interaction between students and teachers. It’s very standard and before a grad student is put in front of class in the state of MA as a student teacher, they must complete 70 observation hours. So far I’ve done 25. The teacher I work with is absolutely amazing and I think she’s the bomb diggity when it comes to having fun with her class but still maintaining a controlled learning environment. The area where I observe is not directly in Boston, but is in one of the cities that is considered part of metro-Boston. The mix of students at the school is really interesting and it’s very different from the almost all white suburb that I went to high school in.
Anyway, I wanted to talk high school because there is an issue I (and some of my classmates) have been dealing with; getting mistaken for a high schooler. Some days I wear jeans and nice blouse or shirt to class, but perhaps because of my young face (I’m 22) and my height (I’m short) I’ll get stopped in office or the hall and mistaken for a student. I’ve taken to dressing up and making sure I don’t look like a students in order to avoid this confusion, but many of the teachers I work with wear jeans, a blouse, and jackets to work. This hardly seems professional (though it IS comfortable) and that makes me wonder what happened to “work attire”. Being a teacher is a business, so should teachers not take more pride in their appearance and make sure that they appear to be neat and professional when they stand in front of their students? A classmate of mine recently sent me this message and it’s one I entirely agree with:
“Do you notice people kind of hate on high heels in school? Lol I have huge heels on and people are like staring at me… Teachers don’t really dress up like they used to… ”
When you’re a tiny woman teaching in high school, where some the boys are already well above six feet, it helps to have heels to give you those extra few authoritative inches. I’m 5’4″, but when I wear a comfortable heel and I’m 5’7″, the people in the office treat me with more respect and the students know that I’m not a teacher. But because the dress code in many work places has become so much more casual, when you do dress up, people look at you like you’re crazy and I don’t think that’s fair. The woman I observe is a very tall woman and I think that does help her control the class and she doesn’t need heels to make herself look older or taller. But my friend who commented on people staring at her for wearing heels is in her mid-twenties and is very small. I think dressing up is necessary for some people, especially younger people, because it gives an air of experience and authority that may otherwise be overlooked. I mean…I don’t really have a proclamation to make here, but I think that looking put-together and professional should come back into vogue and I, personally, think that dressing up for work is a pathway to success, especially when you are on the younger side. And this cannot be overstated for interviews.
Finally, I have some words about organization. Maybe I’m just on a spring cleaning trip or something, but I’ve been organizing my life and I feel like I’ve accomplished something. I cleaned out my room, got rid of some old clothes, and I bought a sexy new desk from Crate and Barrel. Be jealous, be very jealous. Instead of having organized stacks of papers and books on the floor in my room, they now have a home on my desk. I think it does help to do work on place that designated for work. Too often I start typing a paper on my bed and end up waking up drooling on my laptop in the morning, wondering when the heck fell asleep. I feel like having a desk has made me a more productive human being and less of a lazy betch. Also, since my new job at Chi Chi has managing responsibilities (without the pay…but that’s something we’ll talk about next time) and I’m in charge of client services, I have to have a space to bring my work home with me and review some of the things my boss wants me to think about.
Anyway, sorry I’ve been such a sorry excuse for a blogger these past few weeks, but I’ll remember to post to you all and make sure that we discuss these job/school topics that have been hounding me/you so much. Remember, if there’s anything you want me to talk about when it comes to graduating and looking for a job or just being lost in that post graduation abyss, shoot me an e-mail. I want to hear from you guys and I want to know what I can bring to light that may help us all out. And now I leave you with an oldy, but a goody (and muy sexi, también)