I’m about to go rogue on this post, ya’ll. It’s Thursday night and we’re going to a concert that doesn’t start until 11 and I’m freaking out about how tired I will be tomorrow. HOW OLD HAVE I GOTTEN? So what am I going to do in the meantime? Write this post with some liquid courage by my side.
Everyone has that one job that was just bad. Well, I have two. I’ll start out with the not as bad one AKA “Part 1”.
It was the end of my first semester freshman year in college. I hadn’t had a job since coming to college so I was down for some money! I also didn’t have a car in town so I didn’t have a million opportunities coming my way. However, one of my friends mentioned that she worked at an office downtown at night and just calls people (so basically it was a call center) and it paid A LOT, like we’re talkin’ like $12-14/hour, and that was a fortune compared to 2007-’08 minimum wage of around $7-something. I can’t remember the exact amounts here but let’s just say this job paid a ton more than what I was used to. (Just wait till you hear how I spent these doll hairs…!)
Anyway, I was definitely going to try and get this job. So I went to interview and it was downtown Lincoln in the Gold’s building (found out later it was walking distance but my little freshman legs still found a way to hitch a ride every night). Here was the job. Are you ready for this?
Here’s what you do at this job.
- Sit in front of a computer with a headset. Okay, I got this. That’s easy.
- The computer will call someone automatically and you better be ready to read that script verbatim in front of you requesting money for a politician or political matter that has to do with something independent and/or progressive.
That’s all you did. Basically just calling people all over the country and asking for money. Guess what? On one of my interviews I had to call someone, read the script in front of me, and by golly, this person actually gave me money! WTH. Come to find out this would never happen again…
None the less, they hired me on the spot. EF YEAH.
So I worked for about two weeks following. It was awful, you guys. I do love talking but I’m not the biggest fan of talking on a phone, especially to people who don’t even want me calling them! To make matters worse I have to ask for money. Ah, I hated it so much.
Looking back now I do wish I tried harder. Not because of the job but because of what they were doing. I remember some politician guy doing a live video conference with everyone because the team helped raise so much money for him. For all I know, it could’ve been Ralph Nadar! I dnk! But everyone was freaking out about it but I had no idea what was going on.
Anywho, I was bad and did not like the job. I just didn’t fit in and I was becoming exhausted having to work every night. My last night there the manager pulled me away about an hour in my shift, took me in the office and agreed this just might not be a good fit, but to let me decide what I wanted to do. It was also time for winter break and I was leaving to go back to Omaha for a few weeks and work at my beloved PacSun. She let me wait it out and give her an answer when I was ready.
Side note: I worked at PacSun for a couple years and it was my first job where I actually called my coworkers my best friends so I had high expectations going into this Lincoln establishment.
A week or so into winter break PacSun job I realized, ya know? Why work somewhere you hate? I know what it’s like to work somewhere you actually love so this job in Lincoln just wasn’t worth it.
So I called my manager during my lunch break and she sounded almost as relieved as I did that I wasn’t coming back. So she set up my check to be sent my way. I hadn’t worked long enough to get more than one check at this point. But here’s the catch… I get my check and it was a good chunk of change. So what do I do?
Purchase a roundtrip flight to Arizona to see my best friend and book tickets to my first (of many) Lil’ Wayne concerts in Phoenix. OMG my mom was so pissed that I just spent all my money like that. Looking back though, it was worth every single penny, I still think of that trip all the time!
So moral of the story: Try new things, you might hate it, but at least you can get Weezy tickets out of it!
Best of all: Once I returned from Arizona, almost a week to the day: Lil’ Wayne announced he was coming to Omaha. ROUND TWO!!!!!!!
Fate has a funny way of working, huh?
Also, shout out to all the workers at that place – they were super nice people who really cared for what they were working for. I wish I could remember the name of the place, but it’s somewhere in the Gold’s building. Not sure if they’re still around but if this sounds like your line of work – go find them!