chemaccino good, but not good for you

Thursday, July 31, 2003
 
The temp pimps are working hard to get me out there, but the economy is such that apparently, companies have become very picky about hiring, even for temporary help.

Yesterday, I had an interview (set up by a temp co.) for a position that is two days a week for three months, a total of about 26 days. When did it get to the point where companies are actually interviewing for such a short-term assignment? It's not supposed to be like this.

The second round of interviews is next week.


Friday, July 18, 2003
 
More followup...
The lady next door seems fine now, but was wearing bad make-up and a hideous shirt when I saw her. The shirt was all these loud colors including yellow, red, black, and oh, I don't even know, my eyes couldn't handle it and I had to look away. But as least she has her health.


 
Full disclosure, regarding last Thursday's post:
I totally overslept for work yesterday.


Wednesday, July 16, 2003
 
So, the boss who was on vacation (leaving me with no temp work) for two weeks returned on Monday, but Office Pimp keeps telling me that he and the HR lady have not really decided whether or not they need someone. So I am without admin temp work, which is a sad state of affairs when a person cannot even get admin temp work.

I do get intermittent work with youth groups, and I've been using all this free office-hours time to job search, network, and catch up with friends.
Also, laundry. Lots of laundry to do.

All this means that blogging will be weak and ineffectual for a while -- after all, I'm not even working in my admin whore capacity. But don't think that means I'm not working the corners; I have two agencies looking for jobs for me, despite the high-maintenance-ness of my Mon-Thu evening commitment to work around.


Thursday, July 10, 2003
 
PART 2
I should also mention that I was 10 minutes early to work this morning (6:50am, on the dot!) and everyone else was 20 minutes late. This means they started arriving five minutes after I started investigating the possibility that I might have missed a crucial last-minute communique of the cancelling variety.
EVERYONE ELSE WAS 20 MINUTES LATE, AND I'M THE ONE WHO CAN'T FIND A STEADY JOB?


 
PART 1
Today, one of my co-workers on a one-day contract assignment didn't even know she was supposed to work. I mean, despite numerous emails over the course of the previous week regarding the client, the day's plan, etc., on which her email address was included. That happens when work is really spotty; especially if you don't obsess over your DayRunner, putting possible work in pencil and then writing over them in ink when you're confirmed and maybe you color-code them according to the type of work. But it's still bad form -- if you're going to work in short-term contracts, DayRunner or not, you need to be responsible for knowing where people expect you to be and when. Anyway, so she didn't show up, so the contact/lead person had to call her and wake her up and be like, "Umm, so we thought you were working today, can you come work?"

This exact same woman was a half-hour late to a day of work about a month ago when we last worked together. And yet, somehow, there does not seem to be any preference in this field towards hiring people who always show up (on time or at all) over people who do not.

I should get preference over this flake-case! I'm so goddam reliable!


Tuesday, July 08, 2003
 
Doo, doo, doo, looking out my front... window.
You don't have to go very far to find drama; there's a lot to see out one's own window. I have had the entire day "off", so there's a lot of not-doing-anything involved. I put the word off in quotation marks there because when people think of a "day off", they think of it as something desired and much anticipated with gladness. In my case, a day off means a day without earning any money, which any whore can tell you does not necessarily make for a good day. Sure, you want to make certain you get days off every so often, but when too many are forced on you, it's not pleasurable at all.

That is why, when the fire truck, police car, and ambulance pulled up just short of my house this afternoon, I was here to watch the drama unfold. Did the old man who grows tomatoes next door have a heart attack? Did the guy with the morbidly obese and repugnant legs have some kind of leg-breakdown? A few officials went into the house and came out. A stretcher was unfolded. Sadly, it turned out this impromptu parade was for the woman next door - the only one I didn't suspect! She was conscious, but unwell, I guess. Fat-legs (the husband?) waved goodbye from the front porch, then got in their car to follow.
The police car left.
The fire truck pulled out into the street.

THEN a SECOND ambulance pulled up. "The hell is this?" I thought to myself. One of the dudes from the first ambulance climbed into the second one and pulled out a big orange kit and got back in the first ambulance, and they all prepared to drive away and that's when I figured out the mystery..... ...The first ambulance was just a "Cardiac Defibrillation Unit", while the second one was an actual "Paramedics Unit".
Mystery solved.
Well, the Mystery Of The Two Ambulances, anyway. The Mystery Of Why The Lady Was Put In An Ambulance is still unsolved.
I hope she ends up okay; she's always friendly when we meet on the street, and one time she signed for some flowers for me when I wasn't home.


Monday, July 07, 2003
 
OVERHEARD

Salesman 1: It is what it is.
Salesman 2: I'll agree with you there.

Oh, sure, we can all snicker when we overhear or read something like this; it's easy to laugh at it. But these are real people who are saying this crap, not David Mamet characters. Real people. I like to think that these corporate-speaking people have moments where they hear what they are saying, and can't believe this is what they've come to in their life. I like to think they're aware of their increasing corporate-cog-i-ness and have a sense of disbelief about the whole thing. I like to think that Salesman 1 went home that evening and said to his wife, "Oh, honey, you would not believe the stupid thing I said at work today."


Friday, July 04, 2003
 
Last Friday
(A week ago today)

Adminho: It looks like it's possible/probable I won't ever be coming back here after today.
Adminho: I erased all my extensive IE history and cookies.
Friend: wow, how did that happen?
Adminho: what?
Adminho: the history?
Friend: why arent you coming back
Adminho: oh, well, the boss is going on a 2 week vacation.
Adminho: and the temp co. was veeerryy vague about that that would mean for me.
Friend: oh


Tuesday, July 01, 2003
 
Jack and Jill Went Up the Hill to Taste Some K-Cup Coffees
Today: Green Mountain "Our Blend"


Jack: coffee yes.
Jack: DM? [Dark Magic]
Jill: ok. now?
Jack: sure
Jill: ok. no nothin in it. straight up.
Jack: aaaah!!
Jack: I can't find any dm
Jill: oh damn
Jack: Our Blend? or BB?
Jill: how about GM's "our Blend"
Jill: yeah
Jack: our blend or breakfast blend?
Jill: our
Jill: ok? straight?
Jill: ya?
Jack: ok back
Jill: I go get some?
Jack: go go go
Jill: back
Jack: I call this one "mild" and "toasty"
Jack: Rhode Island diner style
Jill: "The first and original."
Jill: Smooth and aromatic they say
Jack: It's very "safe"
Jack: inoffensive to the palate.
Jill: yes, this seems a bit Bickfordsy, but nothing to offend
Jack: goes well with pancakes.
Jill: it has that "cheap-bean" flavor
Jill: not so much a bitterness, but a wimpyness
Jill: I guess it's all to say that this would be fine on a Sunday morning, when you have a hangover and you stumble into the local diner and all you really want is some food and some coffee.
Jill: and she'll pour you this stuff which it fine and very drinkable
Jill: but does not stand out in any way
Jill: ...the Amstel Light of coffees?
Jack: Miller lite
Jill: ah.
Jack: It's not BAD, though. it's just... diner coffee.
Jack: ubiquitous.
Jill: Right. It's for the blue-collar crowd who think Dunkin' Donuts has gone too hoity-toity.