Just Another Manic Monday
After a laid-back-to-the-point-of-horizontal weekend of TV watching, crime fighting, and pizza eating, being back at work has been something of a shock.
I don’t know if I’ve ever actually told you what I do for a living. Privacy in this blog is important to me, and my job isn’t exactly mainstream, so probably not. But what the hell, you’re not gonna track me down are you?!
I work as an advisor to overseas students at a large but not-very-prestigious university. I deal mainly with prospective students and current applicants rather than people who are already students, but there’s a fair few of them too. Basically I divide my day between answering hundreds of emails, speaking in words of two syllables or less on the phone, and being shouted at by underqualified eighteen year olds. I work in a teeny office with three other people, hidden away in what we call the highest room in the tallest tower, which is pretty much what it is. I have a big L shaped desk, two phones, five email accounts, and my own swivel chair. Oh, and I don’t get paid as much as I’m worth, but that’s a general complaint around here.
Most of the time, I like my job. The students are interesting, interested, and for the most part good company. Of course there are immigration battles, tantrums, and debt-chasing too, but no-one’s job is perfect.
Anyway, there you go. Mookmoo’s 9-5 life in 2 paragraphs. Not bad for 4:55pm on a Monday.
I don’t know if I’ve ever actually told you what I do for a living. Privacy in this blog is important to me, and my job isn’t exactly mainstream, so probably not. But what the hell, you’re not gonna track me down are you?!
I work as an advisor to overseas students at a large but not-very-prestigious university. I deal mainly with prospective students and current applicants rather than people who are already students, but there’s a fair few of them too. Basically I divide my day between answering hundreds of emails, speaking in words of two syllables or less on the phone, and being shouted at by underqualified eighteen year olds. I work in a teeny office with three other people, hidden away in what we call the highest room in the tallest tower, which is pretty much what it is. I have a big L shaped desk, two phones, five email accounts, and my own swivel chair. Oh, and I don’t get paid as much as I’m worth, but that’s a general complaint around here.
Most of the time, I like my job. The students are interesting, interested, and for the most part good company. Of course there are immigration battles, tantrums, and debt-chasing too, but no-one’s job is perfect.
Anyway, there you go. Mookmoo’s 9-5 life in 2 paragraphs. Not bad for 4:55pm on a Monday.
posted by Mookmoo at 4:54 pm
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