Everybody’s Working For The Weekend

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This weekend was spent in various states of “work”. I had a big project due in my sales class on Saturday (yes, Saturday. The Small Liberal Arts University MBA program hates my life and runs only night and weekend classes). I’ve actually enjoyed my MBA experience until recently, which is surprising. I only took one business class in my undergrad. I’ve found the classes interesting, relatively easy to pick up, and my classmates are stellar. The problem? It’s too easy.

I end up being overprepared when I study for exams. I’ve completely taken to slacking off because I can turn in work that’s subpar (in my opinion) and get an A. Which, in a way is great because lately I’ve not had time to really put forth a lot of effort, but in another way, I feel jipped. I don’t feel like I’m working at the graduate level.

Also, let me tell you, this current class is a complete joke. I spent 8 hours of my weekend sitting in uncomfortable chairs and learning what kind of “team building” activities to do with my non-existent sales team. Joy. Of. Joys.

When I wasn’t in class watching my professor take an hour to go over two power point slides and wondering if she realized her ensemble made her look like a 1970’s couch. I was either moving or working.

Because I only get paid a pittance in addition to tuition reimbursement from SLAU, I need a pay-the-bills job. Enter Small Town Hospital. I’ve been a “registration representative” since 2005. This means when you come to the hospital, I ask you those ridiculous, “who are you, where do you live, do you have any money to make our For-Profit Corporate Big Wigs Happy?” It’s either awful or not-so-bad depending on the day. I’ve just recently started working in the ER, which is fun because I can pal around with the nurses, but sometimes things cacn get crazy.

Like, say, the man who flipped out because I asked him for his name and birthday. Apparently he believes that the nurses and doctors don’t need to know anything about his previous medical history.

If nothing else, this job has taught me 3 things: 1) people are stupid, 2) the US healthcare system, especially those of For-Profit hospitals, is ass backwards, and 3) I don’t want to work in health care ever again. I really think I could be a better supervisor than my supervisor, I could probably run the whole sha-bang a lot more efficiently and with happier employees, and also bring in a lot more revenue. But I don’t want that job. And the suggestions I’ve made go unacknowledged, so I just do my job and keep my mouth shut.

Now, onto the moving. I’ve lived in a one-bedroom apartment for the last year. Somehow within that year I acquired 2 bedroom’s worth of stuff. That’s a lot to move with my little Aveo, so I called in my daddy to help. He moved the big heavy things (besides the couch and the table, which I moved with help from a friend) and put together my bed. He also asked me the question every college-aged person loves to hear a parent utter, “How are you set for cash?”

Do you know that until recently I’d assure my parents, my parents who were willfully offering me cash I didn’t have to sell my soul for, that I was “Pretty set” ?!?! Thankfully college smartened me up. Now the answer to any phrase that translates to “Do you need money” is always an enthusiastic “Yes, please!” International Bank of Dad transaction complete, and I’m a few bucks richer.

Over the past week I’ve slowly moved all the storage boxes myself, including end tables, pots and pans and many, many books. I now have Herculean biceps.

Unfortunately during the move my daddy broke my bookcase, so I went to WallyWorld and bought a new one. I walked out with a bookshelf, a desk, a chair, multiple office supplies (I love back to school time! And office supplies! Almost as much as I love shoes. Almost.). Last night I put all three big items together. It took me 3 hours, which is what the instructions predicted, and I only managed to put one piece on backwards. I am a woman of the 90’s, and my momma is proud.

Of course I had to bribe myself a little bit over the weekend to keep myself from doing the things I really wanted to do (update the blog, make a new blog banner, watch Sex and the City, read and comment on other blogs…notice a trend?). I bribed myself with Thai and Wall-E. Both of which were awesome.

And I agree with Jamie, the short at the beginning of the film was one of my favorite one’s Pixar’s ever made.

So, what did you do this weekend?

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