state roads, no map.
God damn it, livejournal.
My life is not interesting, but I've still got blood.
I work two jobs, okay? So, OfficeTeam decides to call me a month after I needed the job that they couldn't find for me. I tell them, "I have two jobs, but thanks for calling."
This morning, well before 8am, I receive a call from OfficeTeam offering me a job interview with a design company. How attractive, no? I email him (since there was no way in God's Bless'ed Fuck I would have answered his call) to remind him that I have two jobs right now. He emails me back saying something to the effect of "You're passing up a great opportunity."
He's sent me to probably four job interviews in the past two months that I didn't get because I didn't have a degree. He's wasted my time and my hope. In fact, the entire OfficeTeam organization has managed to do everything in their powers to break my spirit and faith in the staffing system since the year 2004. I decided, after receiving more pushy emails, to tell him just that. He said, "Maybe you could come in for an hour tomorrow, during lunch..." I WORK DURING LUNCH FOR A RESTAURANT THAT SELLS LUNCH TO PEOPLE WHO ARE TAKING LUNCH BREAKS. Is he insane? Can he read? Am I a chess piece or a person? Is it somehow expected that if I'm female, I am financially provided for? Does he expect that I don't really NEED a job, I just do this as a hobby? Does he think that I can go a week unemployed? Maybe I should get married, livejournal, to appease the economy.
I felt mad this morning. That trite anger is sitting atop a mountain of refusal to make firm decisions. If my past and flaky decisions regarding work have put me in this uncomfortable situation, what can I do differently? Change jobs again? What? I don't know, livejournal. Sincerely, I don't. And here it is, 2006, the year of culminating fuck-ups.
Give me a god damn break. Let me out of here.
My life is not interesting, but I've still got blood.
I work two jobs, okay? So, OfficeTeam decides to call me a month after I needed the job that they couldn't find for me. I tell them, "I have two jobs, but thanks for calling."
This morning, well before 8am, I receive a call from OfficeTeam offering me a job interview with a design company. How attractive, no? I email him (since there was no way in God's Bless'ed Fuck I would have answered his call) to remind him that I have two jobs right now. He emails me back saying something to the effect of "You're passing up a great opportunity."
He's sent me to probably four job interviews in the past two months that I didn't get because I didn't have a degree. He's wasted my time and my hope. In fact, the entire OfficeTeam organization has managed to do everything in their powers to break my spirit and faith in the staffing system since the year 2004. I decided, after receiving more pushy emails, to tell him just that. He said, "Maybe you could come in for an hour tomorrow, during lunch..." I WORK DURING LUNCH FOR A RESTAURANT THAT SELLS LUNCH TO PEOPLE WHO ARE TAKING LUNCH BREAKS. Is he insane? Can he read? Am I a chess piece or a person? Is it somehow expected that if I'm female, I am financially provided for? Does he expect that I don't really NEED a job, I just do this as a hobby? Does he think that I can go a week unemployed? Maybe I should get married, livejournal, to appease the economy.
I felt mad this morning. That trite anger is sitting atop a mountain of refusal to make firm decisions. If my past and flaky decisions regarding work have put me in this uncomfortable situation, what can I do differently? Change jobs again? What? I don't know, livejournal. Sincerely, I don't. And here it is, 2006, the year of culminating fuck-ups.
Give me a god damn break. Let me out of here.