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Originally Posted by ghoastgirl1
I'd like throw something into this mix.
I went to go start a new job today at a Cat shelter. The lady whom I was planning on working for expected me to blow off my spring break plans for work and to work weekends with little time off. I told her I wasn't sure about the summer and if I'd be available to work following the end of the semester. She got very upset with me. I also mentioned my dad wasn't too crazy about me working there due to the drive. (20 miles away one way) She immediately told me that she needed to know right at that instant what my plans were. I went outside and called my dad and basically told him to tell me I wasn't allowed to continue working there and tell her so as well. My gut told me to leave and not come back.
She got very upset furthermore and ranted about "my generation" being a bunch of spoon-fed brats who have no work ethic what-so-ever. She is also a 55 year old woman who lives on 95 acres of land south of College Station with three houses of cats. She takes care of rescued cats and due to her age and number of them (150 plus) she needs help. She finds homes for them also. She doesn't have that many! I felt like mentioning to her, it would difficult to find students who are willing to both drive there and then give up their holidays. I need those breaks to get me through the semester.
She actually made me cry when she was ranting. I made the right decision not to work for her. I do support her helping the cats and feel bad I won't be helping with them. I just didn't feel comfortable working there, she just didn't seem like someone I want to deal with.
I don't understand why she generalizes "my" generation of people with being spoon-fed, over-privileged brats. She doesn't know me or where I came from. I hope not all of the baby-boomer's have this opinion of the younger folks.
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I guess that is a good explanation of your privileges.
I didn't get a choice if I worked holidays or not. I didn't get paid if I didn't punch in. This meant no sick days, and when a holiday came up like President's Weekend or Memorial Day, was I happy to get it? Nope, because it meant I didn't get paid for 8 hours. No vacation days, no Christmas Day off pay.
In fact when I asked for a raise, the boss suggested I work the weekend shift available and pick up any of the overtime that was being offered. When I took the job I explained that I didn't work Saturdays or past 5PM, that standoff lasted for 3 months.
Yep, at $4.35 even when I worked 80 hours in a single week, I only grossed $348, much less than when I did computer consulting for one night's work. The bus ride was almost 1 hour each way during rush hour. After rush hour, it was 1.5 to 2 hours depending if I got an express bus or a local.
When I did get some free time, I didn't even have the opportunity to make any purchases of things I needed like clothes. Because I lived in a county in NJ that had Blue Laws, most everything was closed on Sundays, my only day off. In order to go shopping I'd have to take a bus to the next county over which took about 2 hours each way because it was Sunday schedule.
When I was in college, while my parents offered to pay for everything. I didn't want it nor did I accept it. I paid most of my own way through college, working a 40 work week, and taking 18 units in the evenings.
I never went to Spring Break until MTV sent me to Panama City Beach in 1997 to work there for 3 weeks. I wasn't there to party and hang out, I was there to get a job done and my part in getting shows produced.
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Last edited by Cynthetiq; 01-24-2008 at 06:24 AM..
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