If you're in school, and considering leaving...
...don't.
I should be asleep right now. I'm not asleep. My new temp job is in Westwood, and it starts at 8. This means I have to leave at 6:45, which means I have to wake up at 6:15 (at the latest). Twelve hours later, I get home. It would be an exhausting schedule even if it weren't the first week I've worked since 1994.
They're paying me twelve dollars an hour. If you factor in travel time and lunch, that comes out to eight dollars an hour.
I don't foresee this getting better any time soon; there are no employers of any size anywhere near my house.
I am working on a project with a co-worker -- another temp -- who is the most annoying, least competent, and least professional employee I have ever met. She has been working on this job for over a month and has no idea what she is doing; any attempt I make to explain something to her leads to a circular fifteen-minute conversation. (Did I mention we work in the same cubicle?) Moreover, she spends at least two or three hours a day making personal calls and administering some kind of no-doubt-horrible website which she runs as a side business. I say "at least" because I don't see her for two hours out of the work day, but I've never walked into the cubicle and seen her working.
Said cubicle is in the middle of an office full of the most obnoxious idiots ever to not deserve a paycheck. These idiots are a) very loud, b) not affiliated with the department for which I am working, and c) rather upset that we are using their space. Nobody's accosted me directly yet, though they've apparently been complaining to my supervisor since well before I got here. Still, it's tense, and it makes having to listen to their unspeakably banal conversations that much worse.
In better news, I asked that girl out on a date, and while she did say no, she did so in such a manner as to not harm our friendship at all. We've talked several times since, and I think made a tacit agreement not to bring the matter up. Which is a bit disappointing, I guess, but it's spared me so much tension! And of course she continues to be one of the best people I know.
The sketch went exceedingly well; I'm looking into getting a copy so as to post it here. So did my first hosting job, which happened the night after the sketch. My life was magnificent three days ago. Will those days ever return? Not as long as I have to pay rent and buy food.
I should be asleep right now. I'm not asleep. My new temp job is in Westwood, and it starts at 8. This means I have to leave at 6:45, which means I have to wake up at 6:15 (at the latest). Twelve hours later, I get home. It would be an exhausting schedule even if it weren't the first week I've worked since 1994.
They're paying me twelve dollars an hour. If you factor in travel time and lunch, that comes out to eight dollars an hour.
I don't foresee this getting better any time soon; there are no employers of any size anywhere near my house.
I am working on a project with a co-worker -- another temp -- who is the most annoying, least competent, and least professional employee I have ever met. She has been working on this job for over a month and has no idea what she is doing; any attempt I make to explain something to her leads to a circular fifteen-minute conversation. (Did I mention we work in the same cubicle?) Moreover, she spends at least two or three hours a day making personal calls and administering some kind of no-doubt-horrible website which she runs as a side business. I say "at least" because I don't see her for two hours out of the work day, but I've never walked into the cubicle and seen her working.
Said cubicle is in the middle of an office full of the most obnoxious idiots ever to not deserve a paycheck. These idiots are a) very loud, b) not affiliated with the department for which I am working, and c) rather upset that we are using their space. Nobody's accosted me directly yet, though they've apparently been complaining to my supervisor since well before I got here. Still, it's tense, and it makes having to listen to their unspeakably banal conversations that much worse.
In better news, I asked that girl out on a date, and while she did say no, she did so in such a manner as to not harm our friendship at all. We've talked several times since, and I think made a tacit agreement not to bring the matter up. Which is a bit disappointing, I guess, but it's spared me so much tension! And of course she continues to be one of the best people I know.
The sketch went exceedingly well; I'm looking into getting a copy so as to post it here. So did my first hosting job, which happened the night after the sketch. My life was magnificent three days ago. Will those days ever return? Not as long as I have to pay rent and buy food.