Hire Me Please

Hello, my name is Shirley and I'm a first year business student at Wilfrid Laurier University. I was just calling to congratulate you on your offer of admission, and to see if you had any questions about the university, your program, residence or university life.

I must have said the above 100 times in 4 hours yesterday and this evening. My brand spanking new (very temporary) job is at a call center on campus. I sit there for 4 hours every evening with a stack of papers in front of me and I call all the numbers on the sheets, talking to high school grads about the business program here. It's not glamorous, but it sounds that way if I call myself a 'University Liason for Prospective Students'. Note that I am so desperate for work that I ran away to Waterloo for a week and a half for this minimum wage job. I am also living off canned fruit and spam (and I don't mean junk mail). The other girl in the house made cookies yesterday and I almost fell at her feet calling her a saviour goddess of sorts (they had chocolate chips and walnuts!).

So after 4 hours of that, I get a quick break and am off to do security for an elementary school camp we host on campus. From 11pm to 7am I sit in the middle of a hallway and make sure the students don't try to run away or break the rules in the middle of the night. For $10 an hour. Oh sure, it's not bad and I am grateful for the work. Ask me again in the morning and I'll see what I think of it then. But in a week and a half I'm done here and back to Markham I go to continue the (so far unsuccessful) job search.

And yes, I am sorely lacking in funds at the moment, but that, for some strange reason, does not stop me from paying $180 to chaperone my high school chapter at the Classics Conference this weekend. It better be good kiddies.

9:06 pm