welcome back to the journal, hollay
huzzah, huzzah! I is back.
I will write once more being that I have some big news for you! But all in due time, friends. Alllll in due time. "TELL YOUR FREINDS!!!"
Ok, so... what's new? I'm still living in Greenville, NC. I got a new job as a... office monkey at BB&T in Wilson, which is an hour away but at least it is a job. Being unemployed was killing me mentally, and although the work is hardly stimulating, it's a load off my mind to have a steady income again. It's good to know I'm not going to lose my fancy international futurecar. I work at a mortgage bank processing loan documents, files, and promissory notes. All of my coworkers only talk about their diets and how many points such and such a food are. It's pretty funny. Periodically I'll catch myself interjecting, "...and a banana is 2 points..." and I'll have to slap myself on the forehead. Middle aged women are nuts.
It's interesting to see how they relate to me. It's abundantly clear that they are definitely not used to... the way I am.
Lesley: "Holly, these notes are ready to be filed."
Me: "Awesommmmeeeee....!"
Lesley:
Me: "Whutevah! I do whut I want!"
So... it's a problem. I feel like they're the strange ones for either hiding their personality from themselves to the point they've forgotten what one IS or not having one to begin with. I refuse to believe everyone in that office building is as bland as they project themselves.
ALthough, could that just be the generalized office coping technique? Being "normal" is probably good for job security, conflict avoidance, etc. But it'll hardly make you any good friends or make other people notice you. If I want to be hired on a full time basis, I'm betting someone is going to have to know that I actually work in the grey sea of quarter-cubicles. Of course, I don't plan to be noticed simply by spouting ridiculous words from my mouf. I works hard too.
which is another thing.
My first week I busted ASSHOLES working there. I ran us out of things to do by 3pm. And when I ran out of mindless, menial tasks, I'd float around other departments asking for other soul-crushing duties. My coworkers would stand around and talk about their diets. Also, I had the sneaking suspicion that they were all working deliberately slow, which was aggravating to me, who was busting previously mentioned ASSHOLES to do the work.
But then I realized the simple answer: They knew how long it would take to get done, and they paced themselves accordingly. Because nobody wants to sit at their grey quarter-cubicle in a back hallway and rearrange their desk all afternoon. So then I had a conundrum: Do I continue to bust the twice-previously mentioned ASSHOLES to do the work in the hope that they'll hire me directly, leaving us daily searching for other things to do, or succumb to the pace, do the work at mid-speed, and have a full day of tasks?
It's intriguing. Manpower says 40% of its temps get hired by the company, but BB&T office employs 50+ temps because that's the way they seem to want to do business these days: low risk workers they can fire before permanent staff and don't have to pay benefits. One girl I work with has been temping there for a year. I feel like the chances they'll want me directly is next to nothing. So, it's depressing. I'm still on the lookout for a job closer to home, though.
ugh. and it's impossible to find good looking clothes at kohl's. man, FUCK KOHL'S.
I will write once more being that I have some big news for you! But all in due time, friends. Alllll in due time. "TELL YOUR FREINDS!!!"
Ok, so... what's new? I'm still living in Greenville, NC. I got a new job as a... office monkey at BB&T in Wilson, which is an hour away but at least it is a job. Being unemployed was killing me mentally, and although the work is hardly stimulating, it's a load off my mind to have a steady income again. It's good to know I'm not going to lose my fancy international futurecar. I work at a mortgage bank processing loan documents, files, and promissory notes. All of my coworkers only talk about their diets and how many points such and such a food are. It's pretty funny. Periodically I'll catch myself interjecting, "...and a banana is 2 points..." and I'll have to slap myself on the forehead. Middle aged women are nuts.
It's interesting to see how they relate to me. It's abundantly clear that they are definitely not used to... the way I am.
Lesley: "Holly, these notes are ready to be filed."
Me: "Awesommmmeeeee....!"
Lesley:
Me: "Whutevah! I do whut I want!"
So... it's a problem. I feel like they're the strange ones for either hiding their personality from themselves to the point they've forgotten what one IS or not having one to begin with. I refuse to believe everyone in that office building is as bland as they project themselves.
ALthough, could that just be the generalized office coping technique? Being "normal" is probably good for job security, conflict avoidance, etc. But it'll hardly make you any good friends or make other people notice you. If I want to be hired on a full time basis, I'm betting someone is going to have to know that I actually work in the grey sea of quarter-cubicles. Of course, I don't plan to be noticed simply by spouting ridiculous words from my mouf. I works hard too.
which is another thing.
My first week I busted ASSHOLES working there. I ran us out of things to do by 3pm. And when I ran out of mindless, menial tasks, I'd float around other departments asking for other soul-crushing duties. My coworkers would stand around and talk about their diets. Also, I had the sneaking suspicion that they were all working deliberately slow, which was aggravating to me, who was busting previously mentioned ASSHOLES to do the work.
But then I realized the simple answer: They knew how long it would take to get done, and they paced themselves accordingly. Because nobody wants to sit at their grey quarter-cubicle in a back hallway and rearrange their desk all afternoon. So then I had a conundrum: Do I continue to bust the twice-previously mentioned ASSHOLES to do the work in the hope that they'll hire me directly, leaving us daily searching for other things to do, or succumb to the pace, do the work at mid-speed, and have a full day of tasks?
It's intriguing. Manpower says 40% of its temps get hired by the company, but BB&T office employs 50+ temps because that's the way they seem to want to do business these days: low risk workers they can fire before permanent staff and don't have to pay benefits. One girl I work with has been temping there for a year. I feel like the chances they'll want me directly is next to nothing. So, it's depressing. I'm still on the lookout for a job closer to home, though.
ugh. and it's impossible to find good looking clothes at kohl's. man, FUCK KOHL'S.