Second Day in the Salt Mines

This morning I decided to blog my experience as a $7.15 an hour, student-slave-worker for house keeping. It might be what kept my sanity today. The material recorded in this blog may be used in the not very far future for an expose on working conditions on campus.

Today was much better than yesterday.

Already I have learned much. Yesterday, my first day, was very draining, in part due to the high level of psychological and emotional stress. No matter what activity one of us might be engaged in our supervisors would critisize our work whether the complaint was something we had actually failed to do or not was irrelevant.

Today I learned not to care. After all, what is the worse they can do, fire me? They're not even going to do that. No one wants this job.

After choosing to block out whatever words were coming from Claudette's mouth other than room numbers I found my mind once again free to think whatever it could in a thick fog of "Ajax"

Must go, the ride is here, atleast I don't have to go back to that place until Monday, more later, much more later.