Normally, I have a very hectic schedule. I have late and afternoonish classes and don't arrive home until after nightfall. And not to mention I have to pedal all the way home, sometimes, like tonight, in rainy situations, where a pink umbrella is fighting with the wind.
But when I see that my calendar is marked as Friday, I love it. I think if I had to pick a day of the week, it is Friday. Even more so than my weekends, sometimes.
It's because I actually have work. I normally have work days which I feel I am dragging my feet through the damn doors. It's not because of the students. Well, sometimes because of some of the students. But mostly because those classes are not my favorites. And neither are the ones that I have on Friday.
It's just something about the day. Friday. The day when you are getting closer to the weekend. The beauty that the weekend is just around the corner. I don't know what is the beauty of Friday. I just look forward to it every weekend. I still have to drag myself into work tomorrow, but the fact that it was Friday. Just like it is still Friday now.
I love it.
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Tuesday, October 23, 2012
First day of school. Accomplished!
Oh man, since I have internet for a while it seems appropriate to actually be blogging and such. And I have a few minutes before my walk to work so I can talk about my time in Okazaki so far.
In such a way that Japan is modern and fresh and new, there are also instances in which Japan is old and keeps to its heritage. I have been placed in the latter of the two.
Okazaki is old, and still holds a ton of old roots to their culture. I have run into more old people that anything else. But they are incredibly adorable! And of course well mannered. I have yet to have anyone give me bad looks. But this could also be due to the Asian face my mother claims I have.
I got off the train station from Okayama where I departed from my friends Deren and Richard, and said goodbye to Naomi and Mark who rode along with me. Each one of us gave each other a big hug with the hopes that after we get used to everything in our area we would meet each other again. Hopefully, Nagoya, but we still worked out anything.
I was greeted by my manager and we walked with my heavy luggage (why did I pack so much!?) towards another train station that would take us into the heart of Okazaki. As we were traveling, I asked Manager (that's what she likes being called) about the apartment.
"I am very sorry, but your apartment is very old," She said.
In all honesty, I was thinking peeling walls, spiderwebs, broken sinks, things like that. But it wasn't the case.
We took the bus, got off and walked in a straight line all the way down to a little apartment complex. White Cloud III. I heard a ruckus upstairs, and I knew that was going to be Ayumi and Alex, the NETS that I would be replacing.
My first impression of them was that they were cheerful people. Ayumi I pictured to be a little bit taller, so you should have seen my surprise when I saw her as a fun size Snicker's bar (kind of like another friend I know).
I walked in and didn't notice much other than that it was spacious! So much leg room to do so much! I didn't care about the old feel to it. I was happy with it's condition (minus a few minor details).
Anywho, they took me out both days, and I ate merrily and happily so there is a happy note of things. I will talk about it later right now I want to get to the point at hand.
My first day of work. Man, it was not as hard as training was that's for sure. I think it's because you are working with children that you need to have a feel of what you will be doing with them. Yesterday, we had to work with one of each classes that I will be teaching on a regular basis, or when Manager changes my schedule. She is already primping me for the new and old moms to observe and see if I do a good job.
One student in particular was so scared of me that he didn't want to do anything at all for activities. He just held the rattle, the abc board, and clutched it. Kind of reminded me of Emilio.
The other students were happy and participating, so I have an idea of how to continue their teaching. I just hope I don't have any babies that cry. I don't think I will be able to handle it.
Yes I can. I survived five munchkins at once, one crying one shouldn't be that tough. :)
In such a way that Japan is modern and fresh and new, there are also instances in which Japan is old and keeps to its heritage. I have been placed in the latter of the two.
Okazaki is old, and still holds a ton of old roots to their culture. I have run into more old people that anything else. But they are incredibly adorable! And of course well mannered. I have yet to have anyone give me bad looks. But this could also be due to the Asian face my mother claims I have.
I got off the train station from Okayama where I departed from my friends Deren and Richard, and said goodbye to Naomi and Mark who rode along with me. Each one of us gave each other a big hug with the hopes that after we get used to everything in our area we would meet each other again. Hopefully, Nagoya, but we still worked out anything.
I was greeted by my manager and we walked with my heavy luggage (why did I pack so much!?) towards another train station that would take us into the heart of Okazaki. As we were traveling, I asked Manager (that's what she likes being called) about the apartment.
"I am very sorry, but your apartment is very old," She said.
In all honesty, I was thinking peeling walls, spiderwebs, broken sinks, things like that. But it wasn't the case.
We took the bus, got off and walked in a straight line all the way down to a little apartment complex. White Cloud III. I heard a ruckus upstairs, and I knew that was going to be Ayumi and Alex, the NETS that I would be replacing.
My first impression of them was that they were cheerful people. Ayumi I pictured to be a little bit taller, so you should have seen my surprise when I saw her as a fun size Snicker's bar (kind of like another friend I know).
I walked in and didn't notice much other than that it was spacious! So much leg room to do so much! I didn't care about the old feel to it. I was happy with it's condition (minus a few minor details).
Anywho, they took me out both days, and I ate merrily and happily so there is a happy note of things. I will talk about it later right now I want to get to the point at hand.
My first day of work. Man, it was not as hard as training was that's for sure. I think it's because you are working with children that you need to have a feel of what you will be doing with them. Yesterday, we had to work with one of each classes that I will be teaching on a regular basis, or when Manager changes my schedule. She is already primping me for the new and old moms to observe and see if I do a good job.
One student in particular was so scared of me that he didn't want to do anything at all for activities. He just held the rattle, the abc board, and clutched it. Kind of reminded me of Emilio.
The other students were happy and participating, so I have an idea of how to continue their teaching. I just hope I don't have any babies that cry. I don't think I will be able to handle it.
Yes I can. I survived five munchkins at once, one crying one shouldn't be that tough. :)
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Last Official Work Day
My boss came up to me to tell me that it was my last day today. Is this what it feels like to be let go or to be fired? It is ridiculously unfathomable. Like I cannot picture not coming back into work because it was so routine. I feel as though I am supposed to be rolling in tomorrow but I know that I can't. It's not like I can't come to visit, but I won't be working, therein lies the difference.
It seems surreal. Like this is just another day, even though it is my final day. Truthfully, I was hoping to work tomorrow and have tomorrow be my last day, versus having today be and ultimately cut abruptly short of just one day.
I don't feel like crying, I don't feel much of anything really. I cleaned out my folders where I stored things and had my boss tell me that she would need the keys to the drawers in her office. Again, just doesn't seem plausible. Like I will have another person come in and take over from where I left off in the Fall quarter. But I still don't seem to constrict in a general sense.
I will miss my coworkers, my boss, my other boss. Working the front desk and answering the telephone calls. Basically I will miss being an office assistant. And now I just wonder:
What am I going to do now?
I still have a Japan interview coming up, I still am waiting to hear from an Academic Advising position that my friend put in the good word for me. But as far as I am in life, I have no idea. Doesn't really scare me, it just leaves me wondering into different portals with the same constant thought:
What now?
It seems surreal. Like this is just another day, even though it is my final day. Truthfully, I was hoping to work tomorrow and have tomorrow be my last day, versus having today be and ultimately cut abruptly short of just one day.
I don't feel like crying, I don't feel much of anything really. I cleaned out my folders where I stored things and had my boss tell me that she would need the keys to the drawers in her office. Again, just doesn't seem plausible. Like I will have another person come in and take over from where I left off in the Fall quarter. But I still don't seem to constrict in a general sense.
I will miss my coworkers, my boss, my other boss. Working the front desk and answering the telephone calls. Basically I will miss being an office assistant. And now I just wonder:
What am I going to do now?
I still have a Japan interview coming up, I still am waiting to hear from an Academic Advising position that my friend put in the good word for me. But as far as I am in life, I have no idea. Doesn't really scare me, it just leaves me wondering into different portals with the same constant thought:
What now?
Thursday, January 26, 2012
I had the strangest and most determined interaction yesterday that I thought I would like to share.
Yesterday, as the day was finally drawing to a close in my work force (at least for me anyways), a student came by and dropped off an application for any position available here in my work (which names and places I will mention...stalkers are everywhere).
When he handed it in to me, I simply did what I always do: punched it with the letter heard that says I received their application and slipped it into my director's inbox for the next time she is going through applications.
"So now what?" he asked.
"We will let you know in about a week or two if we have any openings for you," I responded calmly.
"Is there someone I can talk to right now?"
"Our director is normally the one that handles the applications, and she will let you know in 1 to 2 weeks whether or not we are interested in hiring you."
"So, she isn't in?" he deduced.
"She is," I said, "But I believe she is busy at the moment."
"Okay then, can I schedule a moment to speak with her?" he asked.
I was surprised at his determination and decided to open my director's schedule, even though I felt this was in a sense a waste of time. After filing out the information I decided to see if my director could see the student just for a quick second. She agreed and walked out of her office to see a tall almost 6'6" white male towering over her 5'3" (I am just assuming she is taller than me. For all I know she could be as small as me) figure.
She let him down easily, but that also didn't discourage him. He was willingly determined to get a job, which was something, as I mentioned before, I had to admire.
"The only job we have is working as a reader and scribe, which is on call basis only."
"Okay, I'll take it."
I grabbed his file and added him to the growing list of students looking to work here and filled him in the time preferences.
If anyone wants a job, you have to be determined. Made me give an insight into how I should be approaching my status as an office assistant, and in the future.
Determined, no matter what.
Yesterday, as the day was finally drawing to a close in my work force (at least for me anyways), a student came by and dropped off an application for any position available here in my work (which names and places I will mention...stalkers are everywhere).
When he handed it in to me, I simply did what I always do: punched it with the letter heard that says I received their application and slipped it into my director's inbox for the next time she is going through applications.
"So now what?" he asked.
"We will let you know in about a week or two if we have any openings for you," I responded calmly.
"Is there someone I can talk to right now?"
"Our director is normally the one that handles the applications, and she will let you know in 1 to 2 weeks whether or not we are interested in hiring you."
"So, she isn't in?" he deduced.
"She is," I said, "But I believe she is busy at the moment."
"Okay then, can I schedule a moment to speak with her?" he asked.
I was surprised at his determination and decided to open my director's schedule, even though I felt this was in a sense a waste of time. After filing out the information I decided to see if my director could see the student just for a quick second. She agreed and walked out of her office to see a tall almost 6'6" white male towering over her 5'3" (I am just assuming she is taller than me. For all I know she could be as small as me) figure.
She let him down easily, but that also didn't discourage him. He was willingly determined to get a job, which was something, as I mentioned before, I had to admire.
"The only job we have is working as a reader and scribe, which is on call basis only."
"Okay, I'll take it."
I grabbed his file and added him to the growing list of students looking to work here and filled him in the time preferences.
If anyone wants a job, you have to be determined. Made me give an insight into how I should be approaching my status as an office assistant, and in the future.
Determined, no matter what.
Tuesday, November 01, 2011
Demands
Today, I was demanded by my professors to type up paragraph after paragraph about three pages that I had to read. You know, there is just so much that a person can actually b.s. throughout the quarter. I just feel about tuckered out.
Not to mention the fact that I am cramping up from stapling too much. Oh the demands are great but the fact that I am blessed with a job, as Max Weber would claim is being a good Protestant, I have to pull it off.
Working keeps me happy, because there is money going into my wallet and bank accounts. I could especially use the money now because I have just spent 25 dollars for my brother. But then again, I got a really cool necklace out of it.
Sic Parvis Magna: Greatness comes from Small Beginnings. For the Uncharted lovers out there, you know what I am talking about.
Not to mention the fact that I am cramping up from stapling too much. Oh the demands are great but the fact that I am blessed with a job, as Max Weber would claim is being a good Protestant, I have to pull it off.
Working keeps me happy, because there is money going into my wallet and bank accounts. I could especially use the money now because I have just spent 25 dollars for my brother. But then again, I got a really cool necklace out of it.
Sic Parvis Magna: Greatness comes from Small Beginnings. For the Uncharted lovers out there, you know what I am talking about.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Oh the hard workings just to earn a dollar a day...
Do not get me wrong. I love my job. Switching from being a tutor supervisor to an actual office assistant has to be the best change I have made since the beginning of my senior year.
The ability to actually feel useful (and by useful I mean knowing what I need to do versus trying to go around math problems that I had no clue of solving) puts me into a great mood. It's sort of like when a person finds their calling and all that the body says to you is this is what you have been called to do.
I'm not saying I would like to be an office assistant until I retire. I would much rather call the shots and have people work beneath while I take on more of the responsibility. It just feels right that instead of waiting to feel needed I am actually needed. I am needed to file papers, organize folders, cover the front desk (which I have to say it's not hard unless I get stumped by a question that a caller gives me. Women need to learn to appreciate a desk job in my opinion).
I love my job so far. And I love how it is going to prepare me for what new jobs lie ahead for me.
The ability to actually feel useful (and by useful I mean knowing what I need to do versus trying to go around math problems that I had no clue of solving) puts me into a great mood. It's sort of like when a person finds their calling and all that the body says to you is this is what you have been called to do.
I'm not saying I would like to be an office assistant until I retire. I would much rather call the shots and have people work beneath while I take on more of the responsibility. It just feels right that instead of waiting to feel needed I am actually needed. I am needed to file papers, organize folders, cover the front desk (which I have to say it's not hard unless I get stumped by a question that a caller gives me. Women need to learn to appreciate a desk job in my opinion).
I love my job so far. And I love how it is going to prepare me for what new jobs lie ahead for me.
Monday, October 18, 2010
working hard or hardly working?
I got a job recently at my school as a tutor supervisor. I have to make sure no tutors go astray as they teach students the factorings of the square root of 4 or the common denominators between 3/4 and 5/10. Each single little math problem that I ever came across with is the same thing that I have to teach all over again. And that's saying that I do not particularly enjoy it, but I do have an affinity for it.
In other words, I'm good at math.
While working here with the math tutors and such made me wonder if I should switch to Math entirely. And become a math teacher.
No. I love writing way to much to completely abandon it out in the middle of the street. But I do love my job. I love my tutors and I feel blessed to have such a wonderful job. :)
In other words, I'm good at math.
While working here with the math tutors and such made me wonder if I should switch to Math entirely. And become a math teacher.
No. I love writing way to much to completely abandon it out in the middle of the street. But I do love my job. I love my tutors and I feel blessed to have such a wonderful job. :)
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Conflictions
Ugh! It's just not fair! Just when I find a new job I have to consider turning it down! And the reason that I say it isn't fair is because I love working with children, but my heart is where elementary kids are at! I just love their cute innocent faces. And the middle school children are well not so innocent. I'm not sayin that they are bad kids, they sure look like a good bunch. I just don't feel the connection that I would feel whenever I worked with the elementary school kids. I guess innocence just comes easier to me...
The point for this blog: I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place :-/. I'll just see where this goes.
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