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10 Commandments of the Summer Job
Thou shalt read these rules and obey them – or I shall smite thee.
The summer before I started college, I spent the summer working part-time at a local convenience store. From that experience, I wrote an article for my college blog called 20 Rules for the Convenience Store, which then went on to be published in the American magazine, Convenience Store Decisions.
Anyway, this summer I’m back at the same convenience store. And, to be quite honest, I think I’ve learned a few things. Following are 10 commandments to be followed by college students working ye olde summer job. Please add your own if you’re so inclined.
- Thou shalt not work too many hours. Having too many hours will usually affect how much the student loan folk hand out. Only go for a full-time job if you aren’t looking to get a student loan. (And, in that case, sucks to be you… right now. Not so much in 15 years when the rest of us are still trying to pay off our loans…)
- Thou shalt not work for a family member. Working for a family member can be either evil or great. It’s great when = you get to slack off and still get paid. But it’s evil when = they make you work and you try everything in your power to get fired because they’re being so mean and they won’t just go ahead and fire you already because you’re family. It’s a double-edged sword. Best thing to do is ask a former or current employee for their honest opinion of your relative as a boss. You might get lucky. Or, they might lie to your face so that you too are sucked into the Summer of Doom & Despair.
- Thou shalt not expect to be paid much over minimum wage. You’re only around for the summer and you suck at your job anyway. It’s laughable that you would even expect a raise after those first disastrous 2 weeks.
- Thou shalt not work at the same job as thy boy/girlfriend. We show a different side of ourselves at work. Besides, seeing too much of a person can be unhealthy for a relationship, especially in such close quarters. (Besides. Your co-workers don’t want to see you two making out in the broom closet. Gross.)
- Thou shalt probably have to wear a dorky uniform. Suck it up, kid. You’ve been assimilated into the collective.
- Thou shalt not spit into the hamburger of thy nemesis when they come to Wendy’s and you’re working in the kitchen. This should be fairly self-explanatory.
- Thou shalt not be caught smelling marshmallows by thy boss, co-workers or customers. I love the smell of marshmallows. But seeing the cashier shoving a package into her face and inhaling deeply seems to make people uncomfortable.
- Thou shalt pretend to love and not quit thy job at chic downtown coffee house. You may hate your job and have a knack for spilling hot beverages. But you still get tips and working as a barista looks a lot cooler than being a fry cook, so appreciate where you are and- more importantly- how you look while you do it.
- Thou shalt not get distracted from your job when your crush comes by. “Don’t mess up. Don’t mess up. Just try to look cool and attractive. Sure, you’re wearing a shirt with a fast food label on it but it’s cool. They respect you. It’s fine. Just don’t make eye contact and maybe they’ll go away… Crap, they’re coming over. Oh, crap. They just saw you. Don’t mess up… And there you go, spilling fries everywhere. Wow. Impressive.”
- Thou shalt make plans to have a kick-ass job next summer. This could include book store clerk, amusement park employee, summer camp counselor or, if you’re looking to be creative, lifeguard at a nude beach.
(Photo courtesy of quinn.anya.)
Again, I’d love to hear any suggestions for other summer job commandments. (Keep in mind, this article is meant to be humorous and not to be taken seriously. By all means, ignore what you’ve read here.)
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This is How it All Begins
Who am I? Well, I’ll tell you. I talk about myself, what I like and my plans for the future
Listening To: Mason Jennings – The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll
Reading: The CollegeHumor Guide To College
So. Year one (of either two or three) is done. Whoa, whoa, whoa. You guys have no idea who I am or what I do, do you? Well, that is, unless you read my other blog, Kill Jill Goes To College. For those who don’t (naughty, naughty), I’ll give you a few points of interest.
- My name is Jillianne Hamilton and I’m 21.
- I just finished my first year of Journalism school (that’s J-school, to all you hip cats) at College X, somewhere in the East Coast of Ye Olde Canada.
- I live in the dormitory. This past year, I lived with a barely-18-year-old former Catholic school girl from Ottawa. She was studying Culinary and made the most delicious brownies (no, not the special kind) for me when I was having a crap day. I miss her.
- The things I love and enjoy are varied and almost random. I love indie music (and lots of other music too), funny movies, movie soundtracks, Henry VIII and Tudor history, research, scrapbooking, painting, etc.
I’ll talk more about my college life a little later on. But for right now, I’ll tell you the basics. I decided to take Journalism at College X because I’ve always been a writer. As long as I can remember, writing was just that something that came easily for me. I used to write a lot of fiction but decided to give non-fiction a try. Turns out, that came easily to me as well. I love comedy writing and writing about music and pop culture.
And College X just seemed like a good option because it wasn’t in my crime-ridden provincial capital city, the tuition was a little lower than at most universities and City X itself seemed like a good option. And I was right. I love it there and plan to move there after I’m done my Journalism program.
As a part of my Journalism program, I did a four-week internship at a newspaper office. And guess what. I didn’t like it. I don’t want to work for a newspaper. It’s far too stressful and I like knowing that I can go home at 5pm. And I know I should have to work my way up until I can write about what I want to write about… but I’m far too impatient for that.
So, I’m thinking I’ll take a Multimedia course after I’m done with Journalism so I’m more prepared when the inevitable happens: newspapers become obsolete and online news sources and blogs rule the world.
When that happens, I’ll be ready.
