Showing posts with label My Job. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Job. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

Storm Chaser

You know those jobs that when you were a kid you thought were sweet but never pursued because they just didn't seem viable?


Storm Chaser falls in that category for me.



Thursday, June 11, 2009

Goodbye, US Bank

US Bank Service Center, Fargo, ND

I have had multiple jobs throughout my time on Earth, but, as I have been a student for the majority of my life, none of those jobs lasted for very long, or were just part-time gigs. My time at US Bank was different.

Prior to my employment at US Bank, I never even attempted to get a full time job, let alone one that I hoped would sustain me and a wife. I was fortunate enough to land the job with minimal experience and maximum ignorance, although it did take me two tries.

I was incredibly blessed to be given the opportunity since Rebekah and I had signed a lease for an apartment across the street and the beloved Malibu was warning of its impending doom.

The job itself was tedious at times, but overall quite rewarding. I made some good friends and felt like I did have the opportunity to help people in need from time to time (even though some days it seemed like I was only aiding freeloaders).

Last Friday, on my final day (which happened to be my birthday as well), I was mightily encouraged by all of my co-workers who showered me with food and "good luck" wishes. I will miss them. We all got along quite well.

It was an honor to work at the US Bank Service Center. For the first time I seriously filled the role of "provider" for a family. I also had the opportunity to build some relationships and help some people along the way. It was a good job and a good year.

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

SWAG

SWAG is "Stuff We All Get." After two weeks of work, this is my SWAG.

Monday, June 30, 2008

Drug Abuse

Today in job training my class reviewed the drug abuse policy. Upon completion, seventy percent of the class bolted for the door, made a pit stop at a vending machine to pick up a caffeinated beverage, and then headed to the designated smoking area.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Just Take What We Are Given?

I started my new job this week. So far, so good.

It seems like a good place to work and my trainer is a nice guy. In addition to his frequent noun-to-verb number agreement being incorrect, he said something about God that struck me as interesting. When giving a description of a corporation that we answer to, he said, "[Insert corporation] is like God. We just take what they give us."

I am not entirely sure what to think about that statement.