The Temp Job

I had applied late for the fall semester, and doubted that any of my 38 Canadian college credits would be transferable, and didn’t want to have to deal with a full time job that would look bad on me if I walked away after less than six months. After not wanting to work, and being financially able to do so for roughly six months, I had decided that I would temp for a while due to my impending start of college. I had called the temp agency that my childhood friend had worked at that initially got me a couple of temp jobs that led to a full time boring corporate job. While my childhood friend was no longer working at the agency, they were happy to try and find me some type of temporary position.

I had a brief return interview, which was a formality of ensuring that I didn’t have a new tattoo on my face, and to fill out the tax paperwork. I had informed them that I would be returning to college, but was awaiting final word of when and where I would go to school. Not more than 20 minutes after leaving the agency office I received a phone call saying that they had a position for me. It was a one week assignment as a receptionist at some trading floor. I couldn’t bring myself to allow my mind brain be placed into such an environment let alone on the $$$ per hour they offered, so I passed on it. A couple of days later there was a position that needed to be filled, and my resume was picked from the pile that the hiring manager had received. They wanted me to work for them. Based only off of the resume that I submitted to the agency, but they actually wanted to interview me as well. Huh? I’m a temp and you want to interview me? You could get a new temp every day of the week until you find one that you like. After interviewing with four people over the course of two occasions I was hired based on what I looked like. Three of the four interviewers were flaming gay men, the last was a single workaholic woman in her 50s, who would be my manager. Since my day-to-day manager has a high profile position in the company, she apparently needed a good looking person working for her. She even said so in the interview, and based on looks alone; with a fresh haircut and in my suits I can kick most other people in their butts in a looks competition. I was hired, and with a hefty pay raise from my last job, which was full time. Woo-hoo.

If you’ve read my previous blog posts, you’ll know that this isn’t a good job for me. For those who haven’t, I’ll sum it up. I work for an evil woman, who doesn’t seem to treat people with respect during a regular day in the office. She snaps at everyone with a “GO FIND”, or “GO DO”, she works 15 hours a day, takes no vacations, has no family, she also lacks the understanding that people have plenty of other things they would rather do than work 15 hours a day with a mean person, and I think she might also be suffering from horrible case of nocockitus. So, I am leaving this temp position. I had Jury Duty on Tuesday, and returned to work yesterday.

Upon my return, my manager overly pleasant to me, she was calm in her voice, and engaging in an actual conversation, instead of her usual spider crotched vagina voice. She was congratulating me on going back to college, asked what I’d be studying, what my hours of classes were, and even offered to let me work for her on a part time basis. I can be quite mean at times, but I couldn’t be mean in this instance, so I just said, “I will give it some serious thought and get back to you”. Instead of me saying something along the lines of “hmpph, yeah right. I’m not leaving due to college, I’m leaving cause you are a nasty and evil person to work with, I hope you get struck by lightening”. I couldn’t have said that, that would have been mean. I have grown too much over the past five years to wish something really bad on someone again. Even if she was a genuinely good person, I wouldn’t be able to stay. She and whoever reports to her are moving to another building site in a few weeks. The building is a certain one that was all over the news about being a terrorist target, and has a big column instead of a bottom half of the building. It has a name, but can’t say. Anyways, I wouldn’t let myself work every day in building that could completely fall over so easily.

My agency, had something that might be good for me, they were looking into it more, while they did that. I looked out to some old pals, swallowed some pride and told them of what was going on, and if they needed any help. Half an hour later, I have a job that I can start on Monday. Can work with people that I’ve already worked with, who get along well with others, and who are all good people for the most part.

Oh yeah! I look good!