Job searching sucks. It really does. There’s no other way to really describe it. In high school, I decided to get a job when the basketball season was over. I applied to a ton of places with no luck. Then I randomly walked into a restaurant. Next thing I know, I was talking to the manager and she told me I was the new hostess. Score!
I loved this job. I worked 3-4 nights a week between 4-5 hours. The people were nice, I got the tips from to-go orders, and it was an awesome schedule. I had been working there for about 4 months when I got the news: the restaurant was closing. Noooooo!
I was so bummed when I heard. It was the best job and I didn’t want to leave. Then the time came where they locked the doors up everyone went their own separate ways. I was sad that I didn’t have the job anymore but I really felt bad for all those waiters, cooks, bartenders, and busboys who depended on that paycheck to support their family.
After a couple of weeks without a job, I decided to get out there again and start searching. I had my eye on a pet hotel for awhile. (I know what you’re thinking. A pet hotel? WTF? A lot of people have that reaction.) The hotel opened up a few years ago and we got to take a tour of it. Ever since then, I thought it would be so cool to work there. So that’s exactly where I applied.
I wish it was like this...
Here’s a little info about the pet hotel: It’s exactly what it sounds like, it’s a hotel for cats and dogs. They have their own kennel (it’s big) and bed. Some of the rooms even have tv’s in them. I wish I was joking. They could also have playtime where they played with all the other dogs. In addition to that, they also got two walks a day where they basically just walked around the back of the hotel.
So I applied for the job and I got an interview. I really didn’t think I was going to get the job because the boss was a jerk. Then I got a call a week later asking if I still wanted the job. I was so stoked!
There was a dress code for the job: non slip shoes, cacky pants, a black belt, and the collared company shirt. It was such a hot outfit. All the boys were after me. Not. Anywho, I started training and I knew it was going to be long days. The shifts were about 8 hours each. 8 hours of purely being on your feet.
During those 8 hours, I did a bunch of different things. I checked dogs into the hotel, played with them during playtime, fed them, took them for walks, and cleaned their kennels. Dogs were constantly barking so I always went home with a headache. It smelled horrible. And I swear the manager sat in his office and looked at the security camera, waiting for the moment to yell at us through the walkie talkie.
Whenever we played with the dogs, there was a glass wall so the people in the store could watch us playing with the dogs and see how happy they were so they would then bring their pets there. I had to act all happy even though I was sometimes in there for 2 hours. During those 2 hours, I was hearing dogs bark, hearing my manager through the walkie talkie, picking up dog poo, breaking up dog fights, and trying to act happy even though I was hating it.
Don’t get me wrong. I loved those dogs. They were adorable and loved every minute of playing with the other dogs. But I just hated the manager. No matter what anybody did, they did it wrong. Not only was I working at the pet hotel, but I was also training for basketball. So after 8 hours of being on my feet and picking up dog poo, I had to come home and train. I was beyond exhausted everyday.
After about a month of working at the pet hotel, I quite. I didn’t really need the job. It was just a way to get more money. I was miserable and decided that it wasn’t worth it. It was definitely an interesting job though. I learned a lot about dogs and the different breeds. I met a GIANT great dane named Uli. He came everyday (there was also doggie day camp.) He was the gentle giant. Every time a fight between dogs would break out, he would be the first one to break it up by barking non stop.
After quitting the job, I had a lot more time to focus on training (and we all know how well that ended up 😉 ) I was also a lot less miserable so it was an awesome decision.
So with that being said, I’m on the job hunt again. Not necessarily at this moment, but I have my eye out for jobs around campus. I didn’t look for any first semester but now that I am more comfortable around campus, I want to make some money!
What was your first job?
Any funny job stories?
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