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Program Life
Oct. 2nd, 2009 11:27 pmTuesday I went to the movie trip. This time we went to the theater where they let us choose our own film. I thought Jennifer's Body was the film with the soroity girls, but was wrong. I also partially went because it had the most people going. At 7:10, the film rolled and I texted hellsop a little bit later Fuck. Twilight: New Moon is coming-out 11.20. Later I text him again that I was watching Jennifer's Body without knowing the plot ahead of time. Beware the emo band for they are why Jennifer is a vampire. Beware spending any money on watching this film.
Wednesday night there was a blackout. So of course people used it as an excuse to yell into the night. The room mate and myself stayed in our rooms. A friend of hers called and told her his dorm was outside since a fire alarm went-off. At some point in time, our alarm went-off, but the R.A. told us that it was student-pulled and ignore the false alarm. The next morning, Totodile in conversation with myself and another told us that every phone on center was working, but that the security office's phone was off the hook and there was a delay in calling the cops. Her mother was going to have her withdraw from Job Corps. There was a list of names read-off at the beginning of class with times that some people would have to meet with CSIO (Center Standards and Incentives Office; it's involved in some student discipline.) The Computer Service Repair teacher had a conversation with another staff member in which he said he heard it described as being like a prison riot.
Thursday we had a student exploring our shop who's been living in Boston for a year and is originally from Cleveland. Apparently she thinks there's nothing to do in Boston and that there aren't any good restaurants to eat at since the nearest Red Lobster is in Springfield. When I brought-up Chinatown, she complained that you have to go to the outskirts of the city to find anywhere. She also brought-up that the Golden Coral has only recently come to MA (in the Springfield-area.) (The outskirts of the city is still closer than a fucking Red Lobster and I'm pretty sure she's been walking around with her eyes closed since it doesn't take that much effort to find a place to eat at.) Oh yeah, I told her the two people I know from Cleveland find more to do in Boston so she's guessing they maybe from the suburbs. (I doubt she's taking much effort to explore her new city, letting herself be that open to new experiences, or even just picking-up our various free periodicals to see what's going-on.)
Before going on the Wal-mart shopping trip, Totodile got to say that she's staying after all, but if another thing like the black-out happens again, her parents will withdraw her.
Friday, got into a conversation with one of the culinary students who was doing cafeteria duty, but was taking his break early and outside at the beginning of my lunch. (Who apparently is part of the camp that thinks the instructor is an ok guy instead of objecting to the short-temperedness, the braggadocio, the crudeness of the stories he tells at the end of the day. . .) Somehow we got into a conversation about the word respect. I'm bringing-up that since respect has a meaning of adoration (esteem, etc.) I find the use of word respect around here to be a bit shallow. How am I supposed to admire someone for merely existing? It's not the same as being merely nice to someone that you may hate. It's something to be earned. He thinks that you can have respect for someone that you don't like and that most people around here don't know the what the word respect means. We parted ways since he was going back to the cafeteria. I just let the conversation be, but I definitely see we are not using the term the same way and I still find it shallow to use the word respect for being nice instead of a deeper feeling.
At the lunch line, the last student handling my plate tried to hand it to me. I asked her to put it down and she didn't. I told her I needed to see what else was down the line. She told me that she had handed me everything (from the hot foods section and not the deli section, because she's not the deli section.) I told her I needed to see if the deli section had pepperjack cheese. She said that she (another student further-down) would put it on a separate plate. I decided to leave this alone instead of voicing my thoughts in either the edited or unedited version. The unedited version is, bitch, sometimes when I get pepperjack, I just want two slices and ask them to put it on top of my plate instead of a separate plate. I bet she's one of the people that failed their week of customer service in CPP.
(Career Preparation Period-your first five weeks in the program that concentrates on paperwork, program rules, some general "life" skills (like re-writing what you think the quotes in the inspiration book means), exploring 3 vocations, and topped-off by a week of cafeteria or maintainance work. Oh. And the ASVAB test. Apparently I scored a 94 or so.) (You do this with the people who came on the same day as you.)
During our post-lunch, 10-minute break, Totodile was saying that her friends that encouraged her to stay are accusing her of being mad and what-not just for pointing-out that they'll break-off from her to go to other people without even saying good-bye. Then when she wants to be in her room, everyone is like, where's Totodile? It's having a dispiriting effect on her.
BTW, the title Program Life, reminds me of a comment said by the aforementioned culinary student during a previous week. He feels like he's in a group home sometimes (rather than a training program) which he is finding very dispiriting.
Wednesday night there was a blackout. So of course people used it as an excuse to yell into the night. The room mate and myself stayed in our rooms. A friend of hers called and told her his dorm was outside since a fire alarm went-off. At some point in time, our alarm went-off, but the R.A. told us that it was student-pulled and ignore the false alarm. The next morning, Totodile in conversation with myself and another told us that every phone on center was working, but that the security office's phone was off the hook and there was a delay in calling the cops. Her mother was going to have her withdraw from Job Corps. There was a list of names read-off at the beginning of class with times that some people would have to meet with CSIO (Center Standards and Incentives Office; it's involved in some student discipline.) The Computer Service Repair teacher had a conversation with another staff member in which he said he heard it described as being like a prison riot.
Thursday we had a student exploring our shop who's been living in Boston for a year and is originally from Cleveland. Apparently she thinks there's nothing to do in Boston and that there aren't any good restaurants to eat at since the nearest Red Lobster is in Springfield. When I brought-up Chinatown, she complained that you have to go to the outskirts of the city to find anywhere. She also brought-up that the Golden Coral has only recently come to MA (in the Springfield-area.) (The outskirts of the city is still closer than a fucking Red Lobster and I'm pretty sure she's been walking around with her eyes closed since it doesn't take that much effort to find a place to eat at.) Oh yeah, I told her the two people I know from Cleveland find more to do in Boston so she's guessing they maybe from the suburbs. (I doubt she's taking much effort to explore her new city, letting herself be that open to new experiences, or even just picking-up our various free periodicals to see what's going-on.)
Before going on the Wal-mart shopping trip, Totodile got to say that she's staying after all, but if another thing like the black-out happens again, her parents will withdraw her.
Friday, got into a conversation with one of the culinary students who was doing cafeteria duty, but was taking his break early and outside at the beginning of my lunch. (Who apparently is part of the camp that thinks the instructor is an ok guy instead of objecting to the short-temperedness, the braggadocio, the crudeness of the stories he tells at the end of the day. . .) Somehow we got into a conversation about the word respect. I'm bringing-up that since respect has a meaning of adoration (esteem, etc.) I find the use of word respect around here to be a bit shallow. How am I supposed to admire someone for merely existing? It's not the same as being merely nice to someone that you may hate. It's something to be earned. He thinks that you can have respect for someone that you don't like and that most people around here don't know the what the word respect means. We parted ways since he was going back to the cafeteria. I just let the conversation be, but I definitely see we are not using the term the same way and I still find it shallow to use the word respect for being nice instead of a deeper feeling.
At the lunch line, the last student handling my plate tried to hand it to me. I asked her to put it down and she didn't. I told her I needed to see what else was down the line. She told me that she had handed me everything (from the hot foods section and not the deli section, because she's not the deli section.) I told her I needed to see if the deli section had pepperjack cheese. She said that she (another student further-down) would put it on a separate plate. I decided to leave this alone instead of voicing my thoughts in either the edited or unedited version. The unedited version is, bitch, sometimes when I get pepperjack, I just want two slices and ask them to put it on top of my plate instead of a separate plate. I bet she's one of the people that failed their week of customer service in CPP.
(Career Preparation Period-your first five weeks in the program that concentrates on paperwork, program rules, some general "life" skills (like re-writing what you think the quotes in the inspiration book means), exploring 3 vocations, and topped-off by a week of cafeteria or maintainance work. Oh. And the ASVAB test. Apparently I scored a 94 or so.) (You do this with the people who came on the same day as you.)
During our post-lunch, 10-minute break, Totodile was saying that her friends that encouraged her to stay are accusing her of being mad and what-not just for pointing-out that they'll break-off from her to go to other people without even saying good-bye. Then when she wants to be in her room, everyone is like, where's Totodile? It's having a dispiriting effect on her.
BTW, the title Program Life, reminds me of a comment said by the aforementioned culinary student during a previous week. He feels like he's in a group home sometimes (rather than a training program) which he is finding very dispiriting.
