Tyler Junior College reviews

Sitting with friends and enjoying a conversation, reflecting on past jobs, I recently thought to myself after talking about a particularly awful job, “I am so glad that I don’t work at that place anymore.” I thought, “I’m this far removed from that place, nearly 2 whole years, and I still shake my head wondering how I put up with that environment for as long as I did.” I’m the kind of person who plans ahead. I’ve had very enjoyable jobs in my past in which I worked for years and, knowing that I had reached the ceiling in my field, I started evaluating my career options and pursuing a better financial future elsewhere. TJC was not one of those situations. After just three weeks of employment at TJC, I knew that I had to start the job search. This place is AWFUL. The environment is one of insatiable victimhood. Workers in administration are constantly seeking out opportunities to be offended by everyday conversation and pleasantries: something they call “microaggressions.” The culture they’ve cultivated on this campus is one of hypersensitivity. Disinterested in any conversation of substance or promotion of an intellectually intriguing atmosphere of any kind, this campus is far more concerned with the coddling of the irresponsible student’s feelings, objective truth and intellectual honesty discarded upon first inconvenience. Upper administration perceives new ideas as threatening, especially from an articulate and engaging person who is willing to reach out to students from whom they hide behind their office doors. My direct supervisor was a bumbling idiot. How this person was aggrandized a title of directorship is absolutely baffling to me. The person’s arrogance is amplified to a level which only rivals the ignorance on constant display. The instances in which I sat in my vehicle in the parking lot before the day began and thought about whether or not that day would be the final straw; the day that I threw my things into the box that I kept under my desk and walked out in a moment of triumph are countless in number. After many unresponsive attempts to communicate with my director to repair both the failed relationship and the atmosphere to one of harmony (or at least sustainability), it finally got to the point of frustration that I brought two boxes to my office and put everything which belonged to the department in one and packed my personal items in another. I cleaned my office of my personal effects, and waited for the day to come: as stated earlier, I usually do not leave a job until another opportunity has been presented. Finally, the day came. I handed the box already packed with the department’s materials to the director, and I left forever. I later discovered that the 3 other persons which were employed in my department at the same time that I was hired had all quit in a similar fashion within a month. Nobody, not a single one of us, lasted the full year. We all resigned. I would not wish that job on anyone, but I hope that the person to whom I reported stays in that department of despondency for as long as the inflated ego allows.

The staff of TJC are underpaid and upper management has no intention of ever giving raises again. They need more employees but were in a hiring freeze. College is growing but for some reason they don't see a need to treat staff better. I left because I was never going to go anywhere there. They had several people who refused to do their job and would make other's jobs more difficult in efforts to avoid it.