Goodbye Hamilton, Hello London!
I’ve worked at McMaster since April 2012. I’ve worked 1 Work/Study job (part-time during school, full-time in the summer), 1 Teaching Assistant position (so much marking!), 4 contracts in Human Resources, and 1 contract with the Student Success Centre. That’s 7 different jobs. In 4.5 years! Does it count as continuity because it was with the same company? Of course. I just “moved around” a lot. Throughout my time at McMaster, and in Hamilton, I’ve reached certain milestones. I like to title the “terms” of my life based on these milestones. My Undergrad Years and Post-Grad Years were both spent at McMaster. While I’ll miss some things, there are (of course) more that I won’t miss. I know it’s time to move on. Here are 30 reasons why I won’t miss McMaster and Hamilton.
Why I Won’t Miss McMaster and Hamilton
- THE DRIVE! Oh my, the drive. Shortest time I’ve ever gotten from door to door was 55 minutes. Hit every green light that day.
- The 15 minute commute from my car to my office.
- Smell of the bathrooms, clean or dirty.
- The over-salted sidewalks in winter.
- Lake McMaster, and all of its tributaries.
- Trying to buy anything in La Piazza between quarter-after and half-past the hour.
- Last minute requests.
- Auto-flush toilets. And the associated “spray.”
- The scratchy 1 ply toilet paper that doesn’t even clean properly.
- The scratchy brown paper towels.
- The smell of raw Hamilton sewage as I walk past Matthews Hall just outside Mary Keyes, or down Main Street West, or through downtown.
- The brick wall of pollution that hits my car’s air intake vent as soon as I descend the escarpment.
- Hamilton drivers who drive like Torontonians. Toronto drivers in Hamilton.
- One way roads.
- Public transit.
- Cliques, although you’ll get this anywhere. Adults are children.
- People asking me for money.
- Paying tuition.
- Welcome week cheering.
- Awkward eye contact in the hallways with old co-workers or students I’ve taught.
- 3 a.m. social media messages or emails that are “urgent.” (Although sometimes they are, so I always check. If my phone wakes me up.)
- Using Outlook mail and calendar.
- Long meetings that feel irrelevant.
- The plastic sausage offered by Hospitality Services with scrambled eggs and brown toast.
- Eating lunch at my desk.
- Not having somewhere quiet to escape to.
- Students complaining about exams, studying, lack of sleep, lack of money, and homework.
- People complaining about students.
- Having 4 different holiday parties.
- Fluctuating office temperatures (hot in the summer, cold in the winter). Almost seems like there’s no heating or A/C?
Who likes a Negative Nelly? (Is that even a thing?) Here are the things that I will really miss at McMaster.
Why I Will Miss McMaster and Hamilton
- People I’ve grown to love (co-workers, professors, Terri the Tim Horton’s lady).
- Working with SSC Marketing and Events (Welcome Week was especially fun, though the Class of 2019 group was a crazy amount of work)
- Willy Dog Wednesdays.
— Ariel Coverage (@ArielStrasser) November 25, 2015
- Motivation Mondays.
- Fireside chats (enjoyed our focus on wellness lately).
- The diligence of The Underground.
- Workplace shenanigans.
- McMaster’s Gothic architecture.
- The gardens in the summer.
- Wildlife of Cootes Paradise.
- Knowing who to call. (Ghostbusters)
- Managing a blog (does Ariel Coverage really count?).
- Swag bags.
- A sense of community.
- Free food.
- Weekday Mimosa’s in the Registrar’s Office, and poutine carts.
- The thriving art’s scene (though I’ve never been to any festivals).
- The whistling of the HSR buses when it’s raining.
- The view from the escarpment.
- The waterfalls.
- Autumn at McMaster, with all of its assorted trees and crunchy leaves.
- McMaster’s broken clock.
- Campus graffiti.
- The history.
- Making new friends.
- Fearless campus squirrels.
- Being 10 steps away from a Tim Hortons. And not needing to go outside to get to it.
- Having two 16:9, 1920 x 1080 computer monitors, side by side. *drools*
- Memories of having lived where I work, and worked where I lived.
Four years ago I couldn’t picture myself where I am today. Who knows how much further I’ll get in the next four.