First Day
Thanks to La Cyn, got to work on time and early (Early is On Time, On Time is Late).
There were four of us starting the contract and ... our handler was flummoxed because the person who was supposed to be there assigning us stuff to do wasn't coming in til 10.30. It was 8.30. So we shelved books in the library, which was fun. Yay Dewey!
I am working with S, a 21 year old who just graduated from college three weeks ago; M, a late 20s freelancer who is a bit of a Little General; and C, who I don't expect to see at the office tomorrow, she was ^that^ full of fail.
Once M had dogged enough work out of our handler, we were all happily typey-typing away and scanning &c. C had disappeared for over an hour at our lunch (45mins) break (after having been on the phone, on her own cell phone, and ON FACEBOOK all damned morning, whilst the rest of us were saying, "Hey, I'll take care of that for you." to anyone who passed even within 10 feet of our cubicles) and came back very late asking me if we finally had some work to do. I was like, "Um yeah, we do, they were looking for you over half an hour ago." And then she came back two minutes later asking where our handler's cubicle was.
WTF?! YEAH I KNOW.
Look, the moment I saw her as she intruded on my final interview with the Nice Lady, my first thought was, "Really?" And then today, yes, I know she's probably in her 60s, but the two girls I work with spent their morning taking the Mac 101 tutorial during our downtime of no work, she... was on Facebook and her cell phone, and had already given out her landline deskphone number to someone(s)--so I would have had a LOT more empathy for her and perhaps even helped her if she had displayed even a modicum of initiative toward alleviating her non-Mac knowledge. As it was, when we hared off to shelve books, she was still trying to figure out how to login to the company's system under the care and guidance of our handler, even though she had the very clear instructions, edited for EACH PERSON, sitting right in front of her. Look, if you can learn FB, you can learn a Mac in even less time.
Ahem.
Anyway, I'm the only one of the four of us with any Mac experience--and thankfully, I'm a fucking expert at Mac--so spent the afternoon being interrupted in my typey-typing to explain keyboard shortcuts, how to find the applications folder, menus, &c. So I didn't get all of the three children's books I was retyping completely finished. Plus I had to listen to C in the cubicle next to me muttering and moaning to herself (and reading aloud the text she was typing) and asking M "how do you open a document on a Mac?" sorts of questions all afternoon. It's my own fault for not realizing I hadn't actually turned off my ipod after I got off the train this morning, so I had no place to which I could aurally escape.
Then the Little General came around at 4.15 and said, "All right, Ladies, that's it for us today, that's seven hours." C wandered by, looking for the printer and grumbled, "This has been the day from hell." And then I had a Very Long Commute home.
Will try the #92 bus to the Metra MD-N line tomorrow morning, as Foster seems like it'll be more efficient than the insane clusterfuck that is Montrose (#78 CTA) these days. And it just makes more sense to take a 15 minute walk north toward my destination and the Metra train than a 15 minute walk south toward same.
There were four of us starting the contract and ... our handler was flummoxed because the person who was supposed to be there assigning us stuff to do wasn't coming in til 10.30. It was 8.30. So we shelved books in the library, which was fun. Yay Dewey!
I am working with S, a 21 year old who just graduated from college three weeks ago; M, a late 20s freelancer who is a bit of a Little General; and C, who I don't expect to see at the office tomorrow, she was ^that^ full of fail.
Once M had dogged enough work out of our handler, we were all happily typey-typing away and scanning &c. C had disappeared for over an hour at our lunch (45mins) break (after having been on the phone, on her own cell phone, and ON FACEBOOK all damned morning, whilst the rest of us were saying, "Hey, I'll take care of that for you." to anyone who passed even within 10 feet of our cubicles) and came back very late asking me if we finally had some work to do. I was like, "Um yeah, we do, they were looking for you over half an hour ago." And then she came back two minutes later asking where our handler's cubicle was.
WTF?! YEAH I KNOW.
Look, the moment I saw her as she intruded on my final interview with the Nice Lady, my first thought was, "Really?" And then today, yes, I know she's probably in her 60s, but the two girls I work with spent their morning taking the Mac 101 tutorial during our downtime of no work, she... was on Facebook and her cell phone, and had already given out her landline deskphone number to someone(s)--so I would have had a LOT more empathy for her and perhaps even helped her if she had displayed even a modicum of initiative toward alleviating her non-Mac knowledge. As it was, when we hared off to shelve books, she was still trying to figure out how to login to the company's system under the care and guidance of our handler, even though she had the very clear instructions, edited for EACH PERSON, sitting right in front of her. Look, if you can learn FB, you can learn a Mac in even less time.
Ahem.
Anyway, I'm the only one of the four of us with any Mac experience--and thankfully, I'm a fucking expert at Mac--so spent the afternoon being interrupted in my typey-typing to explain keyboard shortcuts, how to find the applications folder, menus, &c. So I didn't get all of the three children's books I was retyping completely finished. Plus I had to listen to C in the cubicle next to me muttering and moaning to herself (and reading aloud the text she was typing) and asking M "how do you open a document on a Mac?" sorts of questions all afternoon. It's my own fault for not realizing I hadn't actually turned off my ipod after I got off the train this morning, so I had no place to which I could aurally escape.
Then the Little General came around at 4.15 and said, "All right, Ladies, that's it for us today, that's seven hours." C wandered by, looking for the printer and grumbled, "This has been the day from hell." And then I had a Very Long Commute home.
Will try the #92 bus to the Metra MD-N line tomorrow morning, as Foster seems like it'll be more efficient than the insane clusterfuck that is Montrose (#78 CTA) these days. And it just makes more sense to take a 15 minute walk north toward my destination and the Metra train than a 15 minute walk south toward same.