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These people are INSANE.
Jul. 4th, 2004 09:52 pmSo. I have a temp job. Temp agency calls me Tues afternoon, I call back when I get home from my last day of subbing at the school, phone tag results in no answer until Wed morning when they say at quarter to nin, okay, how soon can you be here? I get there by shortly after ten.
And the temp agency had told me, they want to know if you can come in Sat this week. I say, okay. I get there. They say, can you come in Canada Day, too, even though it's a stat? I say, uh, okay.
Saturday comes. I go in. Saturday afternoon, I am asked to come in Sunday, just until four. I think, no, I would rather gouge out my eyes with hot pokers. I say, okay, I guess.
I leave after nine and a half hours, at six-thirty. As I'm leaving, I'm asked, can you come in early tomorrow morning, at seven-thirty.
I say no, I cannot. I can't come in before eight. Which really, is too early for me.
This terribly urgent work I've been doing?
Photocopying things and collating paper.
I am so glad that this is not a permanent career move for me.
I know it's an industry expectation that people work overtime, etc, etc, but really, when your clerical staff regularily come in to work weekends after a full work week and mention things in passing like oh, last month I worked seventeen days in a row... there's something wrong with your management, mmmhhmmm?
However, I spent the day not only collating paper, but also listening to American Gods on audio book. (Does that technically count as re-reading?)
Now I am tired and cranky and going to hunt desperately for chocolate, then watch an ep of the second season of Six Feet Under before bed. We did five eps in a row last night. Heh.
And the temp agency had told me, they want to know if you can come in Sat this week. I say, okay. I get there. They say, can you come in Canada Day, too, even though it's a stat? I say, uh, okay.
Saturday comes. I go in. Saturday afternoon, I am asked to come in Sunday, just until four. I think, no, I would rather gouge out my eyes with hot pokers. I say, okay, I guess.
I leave after nine and a half hours, at six-thirty. As I'm leaving, I'm asked, can you come in early tomorrow morning, at seven-thirty.
I say no, I cannot. I can't come in before eight. Which really, is too early for me.
This terribly urgent work I've been doing?
Photocopying things and collating paper.
I am so glad that this is not a permanent career move for me.
I know it's an industry expectation that people work overtime, etc, etc, but really, when your clerical staff regularily come in to work weekends after a full work week and mention things in passing like oh, last month I worked seventeen days in a row... there's something wrong with your management, mmmhhmmm?
However, I spent the day not only collating paper, but also listening to American Gods on audio book. (Does that technically count as re-reading?)
Now I am tired and cranky and going to hunt desperately for chocolate, then watch an ep of the second season of Six Feet Under before bed. We did five eps in a row last night. Heh.
