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Let me start by informing you guys what kind of job I have. I work at a public welfare office. (trying to be discrete here..) Basically, I work for the my county of residence; I work to determine medicaid and food stamp eligibility.
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Fridays are treat days. What does this mean? Well this means that a couple of workers will bring in treats for the entire office on Friday, and then the following week someone else will bring in treats. This is very serious system. Every worker is scheduled with their treat day buddies in rotation every three months.
I didn’t sign up for treat day because I’m still a student and last semester I wasn’t in the office because of my Friday class schedule. I didn’t want to put in any effort trying to make food for an entire agency, and I didn’t want to spend tons of money trying to buy treats from the super market. I’m a broke college kid, give me a break.
During my last holiday break, I was in the office on a Friday. Treats were dispersed. Bagels and cream cheese from Panera Bread, and a cookie tray from Walmart. I hadn’t eaten breakfast that morning, so I thought to myself that taking one wouldn’t hurt. I took one cookie and half of a bagel. I even wrapped it in a paper towel and smuggled it to my desk. Apparently, I was not discrete enough.
Someone must have spotted me, because a half hour later I received an email from the treat day coordinator(yes, there is such a thing). Try to think: the seriousness of the Party Planning Committee in the America TV show, “The Office”.
Would you like to participate in treat day? Remember that if you aren’t registered for treat day then you may not take the snacks
-Treat Day Coordinator”
Well, I sort of deserved that one I suppose. SERIOUSLY THOUGH? And the answer was, yes. It was that serious. I work in a room full of cubicle mazes and someone had to be searching pretty hard to scope out where the last cookie had gone. Also, notice that I have to “register” for treat day. This is my first time working in an office, and I guess I didn’t know the seriousness of these kinds of things.
FOLLOWING FRIDAY AFTER COOKIE THEFT:
I put my lunch away in the kitchen when I arrive. There is a sign above the tables next to the refrigerators that usually hold the food trays and massive crock pots. This sign reads:
“TREATS ARE IN NOW BEING HELD IN TREAT DAY COORDINATOR’S CUBE"
Two massive crock pots filled with various dips and a entire fruit tray balanced on two chairs in this women’s cubical was quite a sight. I laughed a little and went back to my desk. I didn’t want your dip anyways, lady.
I never forget to eat breakfast on Fridays now.
I’ve come down with some sort of illness. I’m always that person that stays sick for weeks before going to doctors. I usually have complete faith that my body will overcome. However, this usually ends with some sort of infection or more severe symptoms. Oh well! I just need to hang in there.
Alright, so I’m going to use this time to motivate myself to write this paper. I’ll get started with the kind of blog entries I promised myself I would write.
ps. It’s weird being home when I’m not usually home. I don’t understand how other people have time to come home just to have a snack. pshhh.
Today someone suggested that I start blogging my job experiences. The things I observe daily are equally horrible and hilarious. So, that’s happening.
This is also my way of saying that I’m really trying to use my blog in a more professional manner.
In addition, I was offered an intern position writing for a non profit organization today.