good riddance
Back in high school, for some reason I thought it was terribly important that I get accepted to, and attend, A Prestigious University, instead of one we could afford. So like a genius, I turn down a full ride to A College You've Never Heard Of and take on about 48 grand in student debt and the magically wonderful "work-study" job-- as if doing a job which outside the borders of campus would be filled by one of our many welcome visitors from Mexico qualifies as a form of study.

So, my choices were a) food service or b) the desk at the engineering library. I chose the library, figuring if I wanted to work in food service I could skip college altogether. Contrary to what the name "work-study" implies, studying while on the job was strictly forbidden. On my luck days I got to reshelve books. On the other days I had to stand at the front desk, refilling photocopier credit cards, yelling at people who don't sign in (you have to sign in to go to this library. It's special), and telling red-faced engineering students that all of the computers are in use right now, like it's my fault.

My long shift was Sunday evenings, from 7 to 11pm. The week of finals exams, I discovered the final for one particularly god-awful course (some kind of calculus, I think) was at 8am on Monday. So, thinking that the purpose of going to college is the classwork, figure I need to get out of work so I can study, sleep, and have maybe a 50-50 chance of passing this course. Too bad for me that there was no mechanism whatsoever to get out of work on account of class. So after asking ever single other people who worked at the library to cover for me, I decided, fuck it, I'm not going to A Prestigious University so I can hand books to oily boys, I'm staying in to study.

So the next night I get a phone call from the ice-bitch manager, who informs me that failure to show up "could result in my termination." I told her that would be just fine with me, and after that I went to work in the cafeteria. I particularly enjoyed arranging the decorative kale on the salad bar.
( madrabbit is fully prepared, Sun 26 Feb 2006, 3:11, Reply)