3.09.2001

I just had my co-op coordinator come in and give me the usual series of job-related questions.



How is the job? (Okay)

Do you like it? (I’m not ecstatic about it)

What are you doing? (Writing collateral and surfing the net because I am bored most of the time)

How much are you paid an hour? (None of your business)

Do you have any more work reports left to write? (No, they are all done)

Do you plan on returning? (Hell no!)

How would you rank this job? (6)



The last one I felt guilty about. I picture my boss coming in and going “Et tu Brad” and then toppling over. It’s not management’s fault here, it is just that the merger has slowed down everyone and there isn’t really enough work right now because many things have to be straightened out. I had to give them a 6, I gave them an 8 last time and this work term was suppose to be better which is wasn’t so I had no choice. “You forced my hand”.



Then she gave me her card and I am looking at it now. She has her BSc and MBA. What the hell is she doing, she could get a job that is a thousand times better than asking a bunch of ego-inflated co-ops about their craptacular jobs. She must be a burn out or on crack.

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