move me from social class to lower middle-class. as of april 1st, i became a blue-collar worker (april fools, right? i wish). the definition of a blue-collar worker? who really cares? but i found this to be interesting, not to mention, very fitting to my recently employed self: "A distinctive element of blue-collar work is the lesser requirement for formal academic education which is needed to succeed in other types of work, with many blue-collar jobs requiring only a high school diploma or GED.[2] Blue-collar work typically is hourly wage-labor. Usually, the pay for such occupation is lower than that of the white-collar worker...". that ought to make you feel good inside. what is my job, you ask? well, i have become the newest staff member of the critically acclaimed YWCA, working in the "babysitting" department, while the moms go exercise & there's little ol' me, gazing longingly out the little window, one hand slowly running down it's glass, that is normally used for the parents to discreetly check on their children. So according to the above definition, we're pretty much a bunch of retards (not pc, i know) rockin' the joint, earning significantly less than our fellow white-collar comrades. When i first applied to the job the application asked what i'd like to make. i said about $10-$11/hour. I am a mother of 2, after all. i've been the primary president for crying out loud! i was an achievement day leader for 2.5 years. i've had such great experience with kids. (oops. forgot minnesota isn't 200% mormon) boy was i ever the optimist! i went in for my interview and near the end they asked if i had any questions. "uh, yeah, how much do you pay?" "we pay $7.50-$8.50/hour, depending on experience." "oh. ok" (i think i died a little) so anyway, they call about 2 days later to say, "we'd like to offer you the position!" me: "great!" them: "we'll pay you $8.50!" sweet dude. i'll be making the same as they do in high school. now, i can't complain too much, seeing as i never made it to the end of my college years-i decided to get hitched and knocked up instead. and then knocked up again. but honestly, $8.50? just take the Old Navy shirt off my back while you're at it. the Midtown YWCA is no place where you just drop off the kiddies, only to have them sit in front of a tv (hallelujah) until your workout is finished. no, this is like mr. magorium's freakin' wonder emporium, where we have to somehow make the toys come alive for these guys. there is no messing around here, which i love. i always felt guilty (there's that word again) dropping my kids off @ gold's gym knowing they might be set in front of spongebob squirt pants or the likes. lucky for me, my kids don't have much of an attention span, pretty much at all so they'd just go play but still, it's the idea. so anyway, what i'm saying is I actually work. like, hard. i sit and read books endlessly (haha, that last part was funny: "i work hard. i sit..."), play barbies, dishes, store, play-doh, paint. i've even been caught riding the little diego trike that is clearly too small-hence the knees-to-chin problem. surprisingly though, i have fun. and it's not as if i'm planning on making any sort of career out of watching a "brazillion" kids (get it? the Bush joke, remember?) so $8.50 is fine, i suppose. i only have to work 20 hrs or less/week and i get a $500 membership for $50 a year. plus, i got a $300 shopping spree out of it from the husband. what's left to complain about? having to climb back up to social class, i guess.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
equal-opportunity employed
Posted by raina at 4:39 PM
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Oh I forgot that you're a 'cool' mom and actually play with the kids. I'll have to try that sometime althuogh I haven't needed to yet :) That's what Cole is for!
i love this one! yur funny girl. i am proud of you no matter what color your collar is. i mean with that hair(see below pic) who cares? did i mention your hot?!
Congrats-ulations on the snoop jobby job! You put the 'back' in "sexy back", really... You go girl.
My wife told me she saw you at the Y one day. SWEET. 'Spongebob Squirt Pants'...heh... I knew a kid at BYU with this nickname. I won't tell you why, but it involved his girlfriend. And making out. heh.
BYU is funny...
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