Welcome to Cart with Kathy! I created this blog to share some of my entertaining experiences as a server at a golf course.


The names mentioned in my stories have been changed for privacy.


Thursday, June 7, 2012

Boredom with a Side of Scanning

Good day golfers.  I apologize for not posting in a thousand holes.  Since my time at the golf course I have endured several jobs..video store clerk, barrista, census employee and my favourite (and by favourite I mean "about-to-die-from-head-injuries-from-banging-my-head-on-my-desk") an office gopher.

I started part-time in the early fall last year.  After returning to the golf course for a couple weeks of bliss, I was searching for a new job.  The census was over now and I needed work fast.  About a week into my hunt, a friend of mine, Janine, informed me that she would be leaving her office job and put in a good word for me. I ended up getting a part-time job in her office doing random office work.  Tedious and mind-numbing office work.  In the beginning, I was loving it!  They allowed me to pick hours that coincided with my school schedule, I was treated well and only had to endure 4-5 hours per day.  Reading weeks were tough, but I managed to pull through hours and hours of removing staples, jamming paper trays and hearing the seemingly endless steam engine that inhabited the inner compartments of the scanner.  A colleague and I joked that we would destroy it in a field to rap music in an Office Space-esque attack on the office appliance I had developed an unfortunate relationship with.

As the school season drew closer to the finish line, I started to get antsy about my job becoming full-time.  I knew exactly what I was in for.  And sure enough, I could feel my IQ dwindling and my energy and attitude slip into the abyss that is the home of an office gopher.

The other day we had an enormous storm.  I couldn't help but picture and sympathize for this year's cart girl.  Often times I'll look out my window at work and imagine that my office chair is actually the hot plastic of the beer cart and that the window, is not really a window at all, but an open frame for me to hop out of to offer the course guests a beer or Gatorade.  Sometime I watch our local groundhog frolic on the grass outside my office building and wish it were the fox napping on the green of hole ten.

I apologize once more for the short length of this post.  When I visit home this weekend I expect to get the inspiration I need to recall yet another wacky story from the gold course I call home.

So long FORE now!

-Kathy