Position: Glorified Babysitter
I work at a gym watching kids while their parents workout. The idea was that I have activities and games to do when the kids get there. But when the kids are between the ages of 2 and 10 the age difference really hinders anything happening the way it should. If I find something for the older kids then the younger kids can't do it. If I find something the younger kids can do then the older kids are bored.
Meanwhile, there are gymnastics classes and people playing basketball around us. The little ones want to run over there and play. The older kids are interrupting the games and throwing balls towards the gymnastics mats. If I ask the kids to play nicely or stop something disruptive they roll their eyes and ignore me. I never wanted to be a babysitter. Never ever. It really isnt even a very safe environment.
So my classes are will be the same time I work this job. I asked my boss if there was any other position I could work. She filled the jobs in the gym, but there maybe some hours as a receptionist. It makes me mad because she knew I wanted more hours and she filled the other part-time jobs. I have never done anything wrong at this job. I am always on time. I haven't called in. Of course, I have only been there a month and a half, but a lot of 20 year olds would have already been acting stupid.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
My friend's boyfriend
Meg's parents have been out of town. She asked me to stay there with her. So I did. She also asked her new boyfriend if he wanted to come. For the last three days I have had to listen to him say cheesy lines and talk about sex practically all the time. I am surprised I am here to make this post. I was considering smothering myself. Just kidding :) Well, kidding a little.
Meg seems to be happy though. It was just proof that everyone sees something different in someone. People look for different things.
Meg seems to be happy though. It was just proof that everyone sees something different in someone. People look for different things.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Brittney, why aren't you married?
My discussion with Kay, a 5 year old little girl I work with:
Kay: Brittney, are you married?
B: No.
Kay: Did he die?
B: No, I have never been married.
Kay: Why not?
B: I am only 20 and I just haven't found the right person yet.
K: Oh, well, I know a good boy to marry.
B:You do? (awww, this is so cute. I bet its a little boy in her preschool.)
K: Yea, his name is Alex. He is really silly. He plays on my dad's basketball team. You would like him. He would be really good to marry.
Kay: Brittney, are you married?
B: No.
Kay: Did he die?
B: No, I have never been married.
Kay: Why not?
B: I am only 20 and I just haven't found the right person yet.
K: Oh, well, I know a good boy to marry.
B:You do? (awww, this is so cute. I bet its a little boy in her preschool.)
K: Yea, his name is Alex. He is really silly. He plays on my dad's basketball team. You would like him. He would be really good to marry.
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