Don't even go there. One of my old jobs required me to clean restrooms as well, and I was constantly amazed at the amount of toilet paper that winds up on the floor in the womens' rooms... and I won't even discuss my learning the hard way what those little boxes in the stalls are for. No college job horror stories, but my senior year of high school was literally just school and work, not a nice way to live. Now I'm lazy.
Sorry, but these is funny All of my work experiences has been pretty good: teaching kids about computer and math, work as a webmaster, selling stuff on ebay...... The worst work I had to do is volunteer at a nursing house, those old people who has old timers are scary, I will never go back to that place again.
Jester Pizza's been there since before I came to UT... at least 5 years now that I know of..... There's also a starbucks and a Froeschens smoothie place there too.
Jester Cafeteria nearly turned me anorexic. I used to despise their food. What a wasted meal plan that was. Thank God for mom's home cooking.
What's all this about donating plasma? Is it just like giving blood. DETAILS PEOPLE! I want some money.
a couple hundred bucks?!?!? no way. here in san marcos, you get $30 your first visit and $25 your second visit and it alternates everytime after that. you can donate plasma like twice a week (i believe), so if someone is offering a couple hundred bucks for plasma, that's better than most part-time jobs anyways! let me know if this is true, cuz i'll drive down to College Station a few times a month no problem.
It takes about 1 1/2 to 2 hours, they take your blood about 8 or 9 times at least, take the plasma out of it and put it back in. I would do it for money if they had it here. It's like getting your oil changed.
Yeah pretty much. Depending on where you go and how they do it: You go, they stick you with a needle, hope you dont pass out, take blood out of your body, filter the plasma, put the plasma in a bag, put the blood back in your arm, take more blood, filter it, put it back, and after a few more rounds of that take out the needle, put fatty boom batty bandages on your arm and let you sit there for a while to make sure you still wont pass out, then you can go on your way. But he also said that some places do it differently now - some places take the blood, run it through a centrifuge and then put it back in the other arm - this is more efficient and less painful and less time consuming. At least, that's how my dad described it, IIRC.
Well then, i'm in. Anyone know where a place to do this plasma thing is located at? And requirements also might be important.
I had two crummy college jobs. One was working for a Water District Management compnay, which was contracted out to various subdivisions to handle the maintenance of the sewer and water lines. This involved a ton of digging with shovels, and wet mud gets really heavy. We could work all day digging up someone's sewer main in their back yard, fixing the leak in the INCREDIBLY stinky, roach-filled main or tap line, fill the hole back in, and then there would be a water main break somewhere and we'd HAVE to continue working on that main break until it was repaired. I worked several 15-hour days of physical labor. In the Houston summer. With long, thick hair. And I didn't speak Spanish. Hell. But it was 10 bucks an hour, which was easily the best i could find. For a couple years I worked at a Christian bookstore right near the Compaq Center. The people i worked with were great, but it was a real grind. I had to wear a tie every day while moving heavy-ass boxes of books around, crouching down to stock shelves, etc. I damn near ruined my knees doing all that, they were cracking and popping like I was 50 and I was only 21. Other days I would have to cound all of the Sunday School curriculum that came in. There'd be 50 or so boxes with hundreds of booklets in each, and I'd have to count every single on of the thousands of booklets. Tedious as all hell. Customers would always wait until the last second they needed something to come in and buy it, not realizing that most of the items in our catalog had to be ordered, which could take weeks. They would constantly harrangue us, even though our store simply wasn't large enough to stock the minutiae that churches often need for this or that. Most of the people were nice, but the nasty ones often made me leave work wanting to kill. I'd purge an entire day's worth of frustration by blasting Slayer in my car on the trip home.
Discarded feminine hygeine products. Or at least that's what people put in there. Not thinking the first time I emtied one, I thought it was just a miniature trash bin and... yeah.
Poor AntiSonic. Guys shouldn't have to be subjected to this. They are trash bins; however, they were put there mainly to handle a specific type of trash, which is the reason the men's room doesn't have little boxes. Many of these products are not flushable. The polite thing is to wrap yours up in many layers of toilet paper so no one will ever have to see it, even if they are emptying the garbage. But a lot of women don't bother. It must certainly be pretty gross to guys, who aren't used to it. I ought to be used to it by now, but the whole thing is just a mess.
