My job is terrible. I am a Loyola Phonathon caller: “tele-fundraiser”. It is terrible. I am terrible at it. We call people and ask them to give money to the school. I do a great job building rapport and getting to know the person, but then come the “asks” and I choke! I have such a hard time asking people for money. It is weird. As a social worker, I am sure at some point I will write a grant or present a proposal asking for funding, but, right now, asking for money is really foreign to me.
I hate building a relationship with someone for the purpose of turning it around on them later in the conversation to get their money. It’s not a fun job. I thought I would super rock at it, and maybe, in time, I will be better, but it has definitely crossed my mind to quit a time or two… and I’ve only worked two shifts.
So what’s keeping me there? Good question. My husband tells me I can quit if I want. I am doing a lot: full-time school, an internship, a job. Yet these cons, and any other I come up with, cannot out way all the pros of having a job: making money which leads to: helping pay bills, saving for after graduation, feeling like I contribute to our household. Since I started college there was only one semester I did not have a job: last semester. I felt terrible. I did not like depending on Matt for an income and I feel like I have to work: it is how I justify attending Loyola.
Still, I really want to quit. I only work eight hours a week, it’s not like it’s a significant job, but it’s something. So there it is. The pull that most people go through every day: the knowledge that they hate their job, but there is nothing they can do about it now. Only a year and a half until I graduate.