As usual, I'm writing from my post at the Ratner Athletic Center's front desk. I've been working here on and off for three years, which either means that I secretly love this job, which is unlikely, or that I'm otherwise unemployable. This isn't actually a bad racket. I get paid mostly to surf the internet, and I can get a lot of hours when I want. However, there are three types of people here who drive me out of my mind.
#1: Supervisors who take this job WAY too seriously. Admittedly, this is mostly Sean. Sean played football here at the UoC, and apparently this gives him the right to stomp around and act like he has actual power. I don't know why he feels this way, but he really is a pain in the tail.
#2: Patrons who like to take their bad days out on you. I will admit that this job places me squarely in the service industry, and it is my job to help the customers with whatever issues they might have. However, there are some things that I can't help with and aren't my fault. I don't let you in if you're not a member; that is why I exist. Threatening to complain to my boss will accomplish nothing. Yelling at me will accomplish even less. Calling me an asshole will make me stop being helpful. Also, if i'm not moving as fast as your hectic schedule would like me to, saying "Towel" like I don't speak the language will not speed me up. A little common courtesy would go a long way.
#3: Morons. People who ask me the same thing over and over drive me nuts. If the gym closes at 9, all parts of the gym close at 9. Asking me about every section piecemeal will not yield a section that stays open till 1am; that's just not how things work.
Only a few more weeks. Just gotta keep telling myself that.
May all your hits be crits,
B
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