Work, Work, Work.

Reflecting my last blog, I stated that I attended private school for eight years and every school I attended differed. In private school, I felt the term “work” was defined as “punishment”. The homework was considered as a very high level compared to what I was familiar with. On weekends we were assigned homework and enrichment. Enrichment was punishment. I felt that I had no choice but to do the homework. It was mandatory. The school work wasn’t as heavy.  School work seemed like a break for a moment but once the clock would hit 3:00pm; the punishment had begun.

                Once I attended high school, the school work was challenging to me. Two hours were given to have the class work completed and the answers completely correct or it’s considered wrong. The class work was defined as a “competition”. The homework would have all the same answers as everyone else considering that half the class cheated after one another. When I started my first semester of college at Robert Morris it was a break from the “punishment” and the “competition”. Everything was straight forward and not as challenging but everyone was on the same page. When I started my externship at Robert Morris as an extern as a medical assistant; I started later than everyone else meaning that I was behind by two months. Once I started my eight hour shifts at Masonic Medical Center, attending school every day and working my part time job at TJ Maxx I felt that being employed and attending school was tiring. I still work part time and refer to my job at TJ Maxx as “hell”.  I feel as if it’s hell because it’s not what I enjoy doing. The pay is crap but I still arrive to work on time and still do my job. My job is unfair because everyone is on different pages. Everyone gets treated differently. Those that do their job get scolded and those that don’t receive any criticism. I chose not to quit because at the end of the day it’s just a job.  I say to myself every day I will not work here forever and that promotes me to work on my school work. Work including school work is important to me because I care how I reflect with do my job and excelling in school.

                When I close my eyes I imagine someone who works as an executive. She is in charge for a business company and is very successful in her job but is very lonely in her personal life. Almost everyone I know feels that being successful takes sacrifices. My fear is that I would have to make a choice between my career and my personal life. I want to be selfish because I want both. Work makes me want to me to strive to be an ob/gyn. Works pays off. Be miserable now and happy later. My brain knows the difference between work and play. I don’t think that people that was raised in different social classes etc. view work as the same way. Everyone has their reason why they work. I work because I love to build my resume and because I want to take up time in my day. When I think of work I think of it as a mission. When you accomplish one mission you will continue on to the next.

                According to the reading I was a bit confused. I felt that it was given you an idea and implanting it inside your head and challenging you to think of something else. I also felt that it was talking about how work sometimes promote negativity and as your job you have to learn how to carry yourself as a professional and to not show the flaws of the product or the company. If you tell the truth then tell it to the i.e. public for them to understand you while showing the positive side. I have to do this at my job when I promote credit cards. I know it’s wrong but it’s my job. I will tell them anything just for them to sign up; and just for the 2-second praise that I will receive from management.