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Hanging Out With Pups While Getting Paid? Wag Has you Covered

Summer jobs aren't always about interacting with people on a day to day basis, sometimes it involves a paw or two.

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Traveling abroad during the summer is the best and worst thing that has ever happened to me. I love the unforgettable memories that I'll one day be able to share with my grandchildren, but finding a job since I've gotten back has been hard.

Trying to look for a job in July has not been going well at all, but this wouldn't be the first time I've found myself in this predicament. Last year I did the same thing, but I can't remember what hindered me from applying for summer jobs early in the game.

Nonetheless, I have given up trying to find a job in an actual building with A/C and social human interaction. Instead, I have resorted to walking dogs in the North East San Antonio area for WAG! This dog walking service has recently been paying for more television ads after Rover (another dog walking service) has popped up; some review pages have even said the latter is better.

Regardless, I had already chosen WAG! when I was an incoming Freshman at UT and I'm frankly too lazy to fill out Rover's application. Now here I am walking multiple dogs during the heat of the day in order to recharge my bank account after it had been drained from my summer travels.

While the Texas heat keeps getting hotter as the days go on, I'm finding myself walking dogs becoming easier and easier. Not only am I earning $8-$15 plus tips per requested walk, but I am also getting to hang out with the cutest dogs that San Antonio's residents have to offer.

At first, I thought I would be walking Golden Retrievers and a lot of terriers since those are the dogs I see outside the most, but not me! I've noticed the most gorgeous dogs are the ones cooped up in their houses waiting to go out and sniff the fresh green grass.

I've walked Boxer's, German Shepard's, a toy poodle, Labrador's, Huskies, and so many others. Not to mention how well behaved all of these animals are, even when I'm walking two at a time (now if only my own dog would behave like that).

Since I've become more dedicated to the fellow pooches in my area, I've made myself more readily available as a walker and the benefits are really starting to show. I'm getting in my daily exercise, perfecting my highway driving and dog skills, getting to know the San Antonio area better, and getting in that tan I didn't know I needed.

For all of those students out there whether they be in high school or college, I highly recommend working for wag. If you don't have a car, no worries, you're able to set up the distance you're willing to go to pick up the dog. This has been such an easy way to earn money when no one else around is hiring because of how late in the summer it is; after all, we only have a month or so before school starts and even less if you count pre-moving anxieties.

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Working With People Who Are Dying Teaches You So Much About How To Live

Spending time with hospice patients taught me about the art of dying.

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Death is a difficult subject.

It is addressed differently across cultures, lifestyles, and religions, and it can be difficult to find the right words to say when in the company of someone who is dying. I have spent a lot of time working with hospice patients, and I bore witness to the varying degrees of memory loss and cognitive decline that accompany aging and disease.

The patients I worked with had diverse stories and interests, and although we might have had some trouble understanding each other, we found ways to communicate that transcended any typical conversation.

I especially learned a lot from patients severely affected by dementia.

They spoke in riddles, but their emotions were clearly communicated through their facial expressions and general demeanor, which told a story all on their own.

We would connect through smiles and short phrases, yes or no questions, but more often than not, their minds were in another place. Some patients would repeat the details of the same event, over and over, with varying levels of detail each time.

Others would revert to a child-like state, wondering about their parents, about school, and about family and friends they hadn't seen in a long time.

I often wondered why their minds chose to wander to a certain event or time period and leave them stranded there before the end of their life. Was an emotionally salient event reinforcing itself in their memories?

Was their subconscious trying to reconnect with people from their past? All I could do was agree and follow their lead because the last thing I wanted to do was break their pleasant memory.

I felt honored to be able to spend time with them, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was intruding on their final moments, moments that might be better spent with family and loved ones. I didn't know them in their life, so I wondered how they benefited from my presence in their death.

However, after learning that several of the patients I visited didn't have anyone to come to see them, I began to cherish every moment spent, whether it was in laughter or in tears. Several of the patients never remembered me. Each week, I was a new person, and each week they had a different variation of the same story that they needed to tell me.

In a way, it might have made it easier to start fresh every week rather than to grow attached to a person they would soon leave.

Usually, the stories were light-hearted.

They were reliving a memory or experiencing life again as if it were the first time, but as the end draws nearer, a drastic shift in mood and demeanor is evident.

A patient who was once friendly and jolly can quickly become quiet, reflective, and despondent. I've seen patients break down and cry, not because of their current situation, but because they were mourning old ones. These times taught me a lot about how to be just what that person needs towards the end of their life.

I didn't need to understand why they were upset or what they wanted to say.

The somber tone and tired eyes let me know that what they had to say was important and worth hearing. What mattered most is that someone who cared was there to hear it.

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My First College Gal Pal Road Trip Was Amazing

Every girl should have one good girls trip.

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In some way or another, everybody has a list of things they want to do in their lives before it's all over. After all, we're human. There's adventure to be had in every life. One thing I have always wanted to do before I grew too old and grey was go on a road trip with my gal pals to the beach. A couple weeks ago, I achieved this memorable milestone, and it allowed me to open up to new surroundings and experiences.

On this trip, I went with two of my friends from college, Kait and Lindsey, to visit my roommate Elizabeth in Virginia Beach. This was pretty big for Lindsey and I because neither of us had been to Virginia Beach before. Thankfully Elizabeth and Kait knew their way around the city, so we never got lost on our way to and fro.

Like most vacations, my favorite parts probably took place at the beach. I'm always at utter peace stomping through mushy sand or leaning down to splash the salty water that tries to knock my short self over. We took pictures and did something us college girls rarely have time to do especially in school: Relax.

The four of us did not live up to the crazed stereotype of girl trips in movies. Although I finally got a chance to sing along to Taylor Swift in a car ride with my friends, so that's always a plus. We played "Top Golf" one day, and by some miracle, I actually won the second game by a fair amount after much humiliation in the first one. We visited some of Elizabeth's family, and I finally got to meet her giant dog Apollo (I call him 'Wolf Dog'). Everyday was another chance to ask with enthusiasm: "So what are we doing today?"

Our trip wasn't like the movies where we all cried or confessed our deepest darkest secrets. Everything the four of us shared was laughter and this calm feeling of being at home, in the chaotic peace of each other's company. We understand each other a little better due to finally seeing what we're like outside of Longwood University. After this, all I can say is that we're most definitely planning the next one!

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