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Sunday, September 19, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
My Shitty First Draft
Working Can Be Deadly
As a teenager you rarely have a job that you enjoy going to everyday. The absolute worst jobs are summer jobs especially when your parents make you just because they think it will prepare you for life. I was beyond mad about them forcing me to go out and work. So that anger probably didn’t help motivate me to be the hardest worker at the pool.
I had been working at the Orange Township Pool for almost 3 years at this point. Each year my anger and frustration with working at a little pool built up. Every day you just sit there watching little kids making a huge mess and knowing that you are going to have to clean it up later. To me my job was a living hell. Every morning I struggled to get up just knowing it would be the same thing every single day. I literally counted down from the first day of how many more days I had to work. Before I started working there I liked kids but after a year at that pool it sucked all the happiness out of me. I knew that soon I wouldn’t be able to take it anymore.
I woke up in the morning and felt that same pain in my head that I get when I realize that I have to go to work. Even though my alarm goes off an hour before I have to be at work I lay in bed as long as possible praying that some natural disaster hits the pool so I don’t have to go. So I temporarily convinced myself that my job isn’t the worst thing in the world and have to rush to work because I’m usually late or just on time. As I sprint in the door to clock in on time I see one of the biggest reasons I can’t stand my job. It’s my manager Linda. She’s an extremely old woman that can barely move. One of the many games we play is trying to guess how old she is. She also has really bad hearing and if that’s not bad enough she constantly talks in whispers. I really think she does all this on purpose so she has something to yell at you about. The game she plays is she whispers so there’s no possible way you can hear here. Then when you don’t do it she gets mad. So on this particular day it was a scorcher. It was as hot as Satan’s asshole. So hot that no one even wanted to go to the pool but of course we still have to sit outside.
At this point I could not stand to work another second. On my next break I went up to Linda to start my plea to go home. At first I told her that when it gets this hot the chances of heat stroke go up. When I said this she simply just said to drink more water. Then I decided that she would listen if I knew of someone actually dying. So in my head I quickly come up with a story about a kid who worked at a pool in Cleveland that died from a heat stroke. At this point you could see she would be willing to hear me out so I went in for the kill. I said that these past few days have been rough on me and I was feeling very faint. After all this she came back with the fact that if I left there would be no one else experienced. Then I made up some story about how it would help them out being in a more demanding role and how the best time to do it is on a non-busy day. That right there won it for me and I got to go home and be free of work for one day.
In this story I worked he emotional side most of all. I felt that since she was an old lady that she would be more sensitive to that kind of attack. One thing I could have used better is saying that someone she knew backed up my story or at least someone she trusted like a celebrity. The only negative thing that came out of going home early was every day after that she would give me crap about how she never had to leave early and how I wasn’t very tough, but in my own mind I feel like I still won the battle.
As a teenager you rarely have a job that you enjoy going to everyday. The absolute worst jobs are summer jobs especially when your parents make you just because they think it will prepare you for life. I was beyond mad about them forcing me to go out and work. So that anger probably didn’t help motivate me to be the hardest worker at the pool.
I had been working at the Orange Township Pool for almost 3 years at this point. Each year my anger and frustration with working at a little pool built up. Every day you just sit there watching little kids making a huge mess and knowing that you are going to have to clean it up later. To me my job was a living hell. Every morning I struggled to get up just knowing it would be the same thing every single day. I literally counted down from the first day of how many more days I had to work. Before I started working there I liked kids but after a year at that pool it sucked all the happiness out of me. I knew that soon I wouldn’t be able to take it anymore.
I woke up in the morning and felt that same pain in my head that I get when I realize that I have to go to work. Even though my alarm goes off an hour before I have to be at work I lay in bed as long as possible praying that some natural disaster hits the pool so I don’t have to go. So I temporarily convinced myself that my job isn’t the worst thing in the world and have to rush to work because I’m usually late or just on time. As I sprint in the door to clock in on time I see one of the biggest reasons I can’t stand my job. It’s my manager Linda. She’s an extremely old woman that can barely move. One of the many games we play is trying to guess how old she is. She also has really bad hearing and if that’s not bad enough she constantly talks in whispers. I really think she does all this on purpose so she has something to yell at you about. The game she plays is she whispers so there’s no possible way you can hear here. Then when you don’t do it she gets mad. So on this particular day it was a scorcher. It was as hot as Satan’s asshole. So hot that no one even wanted to go to the pool but of course we still have to sit outside.
At this point I could not stand to work another second. On my next break I went up to Linda to start my plea to go home. At first I told her that when it gets this hot the chances of heat stroke go up. When I said this she simply just said to drink more water. Then I decided that she would listen if I knew of someone actually dying. So in my head I quickly come up with a story about a kid who worked at a pool in Cleveland that died from a heat stroke. At this point you could see she would be willing to hear me out so I went in for the kill. I said that these past few days have been rough on me and I was feeling very faint. After all this she came back with the fact that if I left there would be no one else experienced. Then I made up some story about how it would help them out being in a more demanding role and how the best time to do it is on a non-busy day. That right there won it for me and I got to go home and be free of work for one day.
In this story I worked he emotional side most of all. I felt that since she was an old lady that she would be more sensitive to that kind of attack. One thing I could have used better is saying that someone she knew backed up my story or at least someone she trusted like a celebrity. The only negative thing that came out of going home early was every day after that she would give me crap about how she never had to leave early and how I wasn’t very tough, but in my own mind I feel like I still won the battle.
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