The interesting world of wheels falling on my fucking feet.
As OANST could tell you, I do co-op. This means I don't go to school but instead work at a placement for 6 hours a day, 4 days a week.
110 hours=1 Credit. I also do a single course at a time for academic credits.
This has worked relatively well, my first two placements being shaky, but working, my third being at utter shithole (FUCK animal shelter employees, more later), my fourth being okay, but not interesting or skill-building in any way shape or form ("Why yes Mr. Jenkins, I can lift boxes of food, it was my job for awhile until I decided to stop being a dipshit."), and my fifth and (hopefully) permanent placement is at a bike repair store.
Holy shit, fixing bicycles if fucking awesome. This is the first time I've voluntarily stayed an extra hour at co-op JUST BECAUSE I LOVE IT. I spend all day tearing bikes apart, learning how to use tools, fix things, what's key for a bike to work, what's useless (typically, the small, innocuous looking shit is more important than your fucking WHEELS), and just how complicated the twin-wheeled bastards are. I don't make any money, but the location is more than perfect. Not as far as the Animal shelter was (3 KM, uphill all the way going there, uphill halfway going back. Don't ask.) This is a solid 1.5KM from home, with room to detour for extra exercise AND be on time.
I haven't found a single fault with my placement. I get 3 breaks, excluding lunch, during which my other coworkers (more like BROworkers) have a smoke and I get to eat crackers and put random shit together into little doodads. It holds my interest, has excellent perks (I get a free bike for winter AND spring, and I can bring in old chassis' to fix up.
Oh, and the people at the animal shelter were a bunch of self-righteous pricks, well, most of them. In fact, only the women. Not that that means something, I'm just sayin'.
