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So, the place I am working knew a couple weeks ago that they were hiring me. They had pretty much a whole week to prepare. And they did NOTHING. No phone installed in my cubicle. No computer ordered. Nothing.

98% of the job I need a computer to do. Without it, I am pretty useless to them. A fact they like to keep reminding me about.

I found out at 4:50 this afternoon that the request for my computer has JUST been approved. Which means it will likely be ANOTHER whole week before my computer arrives.

I am somewhat less than amused.

So I found out this morning that my computer still hasn’t been ordered because temps don’t have employee ID numbers and you need an employee ID to get a computer. I am not sure how this is going to get resolved. I would guess that this means that they seldom (never?) use temps. How I loathe the term “temp”.

There is a real lack of leadership. I feel like they think I am a major inconvenience. And that they are blaming me for not being able to be more productive.

Tudie contines to be a thorn in my backside. And NO ONE there communicates for shit.

I’m just really frustrated. And I am feeling like a liability. Not a good feeling.

I bet there are a lot of people who would love to sit around and get paid for doing nothing. I wouldn’t mind so much if I had internet access or maybe there was a chance of getting picked for a jury. I have things I COULD be doing and things I WANT to be doing and none of them involve sitting at a desk all day with no internet access, no work and no shot at maybe getting to decide someone else’s fate in the eyes of the Law.

Now I have to get to bed or I will end up snoring as I sit around doing nothing tomorrow!

So I still have no computer and found out that the phone at my desk doesn’t even work. So things are still a total clusterfuck and who knows when they will get figured out? I am not optimistic that it will be anytime soon.

I guess if they want to pay me to sit here and take up space I am willing to take their money.

So the up side for today is that I can do my blog post at my desk and then at home I can edit it and get it uploaded. (If you are seeing this, then count the experiment as successful!)

I also wrote a big to do list. Maybe I will have time to enter that this afternoon. (Got that about 1/2 done)

Over the weekend I acquired a new phone. Now I can surf the web from my phone so I am a happy little gearslut. I am hoping I will be able to learn to work efficiently with it soon. There is definitely a learning curve.

I hate this feeling of being unnecessary and expendable. And it is irking me no end that I’m not even getting calls for interviews. (Not that I want to be out interviewing but are you seriously telling me that this is as good as it gets? A six month contract job is the best I can do?) Really?

Whether or not it’s actually true, I keep telling myself that it’s the economy, not me. Because sometimes the truth isn’t particularly palatable or necessary.

I am still working on getting into the habit of having a routine. It’s tough to get myself to go to bed and tough to get up so damned early in the morning but it will come with time. So will getting in a routine for keeping the house in order and getting the chores done.

And I have to figure out better, more efficient ways for getting things done. The trash has needed to go out for a week and this weekend I had an errand turn into a huge time eater.

I’m sure I will figure it out. And I have some other things I need to get done ASAP. Hopefully the weekend time-eater activity will turn into some ways to SAVE time.

And now… it’s PAST time for bed. Goodnight!

I am a little late in getting the ol’ counter reset but it has now been updated. Yes, I have a job at long last. That’s the good news.

The down side? It’s only a contract position. Six months.

But, for now, it’s a job. If only I could stop getting them to refer to me as “just a temp”. Ugh.

So far… I am tired. I am sore because all they’ve had for me to do is filing because the job I was hired to do requires a computer and they didn’t even order that until after 5 on Monday night.

And… I don’t really have to worry about whether I’ll have friends because, I won’t. Remember, I’m “just a temp” and pretty much treated as very disposable.

But, yeah… all the filing that they’d put off for months? Done.

The gal training me.. Let’s call her Tudie (because of her piss-poor attitude) gripes that having to train me is taking her away from her oh so important work. Yeah, that’s why you’re at less than 20% of your collections goal, sweetheart… it’s ALL MY FAULT. That you haven’t made your collections goal once this year… NOT MY FAULT… Maybe if you knew something about collections, it would be different. And the attitude you have… yeah… not impressing me. Why is it people with the “it’s not my job” mentality and the “oh, that didn’t get done? yeah Whatever” mentality have jobs and I can’t find a full-time regular job to save my life??

Tudie admits she has never trained anyone before and that she barely understands how most of the systems work. (They implemented a new system a month and a half ago, after MONTHS of training).

So… this could be an interesting 6 months. They made a HUGE deal out of “how is your attendance”? at the interview. I think I understand why. I have an inkling that Tudie has a bit of an attendance issue. Along with her attitude problem. And right now most of my dept. is sick (if you include being with child as an illness, then everyone but me is unwell right now. Pray that my immune system holds)!

I’m gonna go now. I’m exhausted and have lots to do before I can hit the pillow tonight!

But… rejoice! The counter has been reset!

P.S. Not that there was ever any doubt, but my drug test came back squeaky clean! yay!

I may actually get to reset that counter soon, my friends. But first, I must pass the pee test. Oh, I’ve not done anything to make the test come up positive, but you see, there has been a little…issue… with the test.

On Tuesday morning I studied hard for my urine test (drank fluids and didn’t “go” before I left for the test center. I usually “go” before I leave the house for pretty much any reason). I was the only person in the test facility when I got there so I was processed pretty quickly and then back on my way.

The test results were supposed to be done within 24 hours.

Wednesday passed. No word. Then the 24 hour turnaround was bumped to 48 hours.

All of this was very vexing because getting the job hinges on passing the alcohol and drug test and having a clean background check.

The background check came back clean by Wednesday morning. The alcohol test came back clean late Wednesday afternoon. Still nothing came back on the drug test.

At 5:30 Thursday evening I was informed that the lab allegedly never got the instructions to run the tests on my sample. Which was now disposed of. Which means I need to go BACK to the lab and have the tests run AGAIN and then wait some more. Because, you know, my stress levels weren’t elevated enough.

So… hopefully I’ll get to reset that counter soon. But I’m not holding my breath.

I went to the agency on Wednesday. The actual meeting with the Agency Lady was 7 minutes long. The whole odyssey took 6 hours. God Bless the Transit System. (/sarcasm) And, SURPRISE! Guess who I have not heard one more bloody word from. So, that was a complete waste of 6 hours.

Thursday I trekked out to another interview. I felt that the interview went really well. One of the interviewers even said he thought my last name was “cool”. I was told that they were going to try to make a decision by Friday afternoon and would either decide to hire someone or call back their top three candidates. Well, again… SURPRISE! Guess who I didn’t hear from? I can’t figure out why I thought it went well and then no freakin’ call back. I was told that there were 78 applicants, 9 were chosen to interview. Very nice things were said at the interview so…I don’t know WTF went wrong.

So, when I got home on Thursday there was an email from yet ANOTHER agency about yet ANOTHER contract position. So, I send off my updated resume and the Agency Guy calls me. The agency guy who barely has a command of the English language. We spend 40 minutes rehashing my resume. He tells me I am not worth more than tiny monies plus $2 an hour. I tell him, politely and professionally, to bite me. He calls back a couple minutes later and says that his manager will submit me for the position at the rate I requested. Ha Ha, Agency Guy! Friday I get a call from Agency Guy’s Manager, Ms. B. Ms. B can speak English! Oh Happy Day. Unfortunately, she wanted me to interview at 1PM and called at 11:30AM for somewhere that it takes 2.5 hours to get via mass transit. We spent most of the rest of the day trying to schedule the interview with someone not having the understanding that it takes 2.5 hours for me to get there and yes, I KNOW it is inexcusable to not have a car but that is the fact of my life, Jack and get used to it. I got told that the agency sent two other resumes over and that the company shunned the other people and only wanted to interview me. I tried to rent a car but it was way too freakin’ expensive and a cab was out of the question for a 20 mile trip. So, I am supposed to tentatively plan to be there at 9AM on Monday. Unless I hear something this weekend. So, yeah, no problem… I’ll get on a bus at 6:30 AM on Monday and trek out there and then try to find someplace to hang out until they confirm that, yes, the meeting is “on”. That’ll be a treat. Because, ya know, I have nothing better to do with my time than spend a day hoping that someone will want to meet with me. ::SIGH::

So, the week wraps up with a glimmer of hope that I’ll get chosen for the 6 month contract position. Because I need to go through the stress of finding a job every 6 months, it seems. Speaking of 6 months, I’ve now passed the “6 months since I was last gainfully employed” mark per my handydandy count-up counter. Hopefully I get to reset it soon (to count down the days of my 6 months of employment? Or to count the days employed? Maybe that would be more “glass half full” of me).

A while back I’d done an experiment and put my resume, under my maiden name, up on one of the major online job sites, just to see if maybe it would get play that the resume with my legal (and, I guess, “weird”) name wasn’t getting. Sure enough, I’ve had agencies calling. It is THE EXACT SAME RESUME except for the name and phone number. Yet, not a peep for the one and calls for the other. Tell me that there isn’t some sort of discrimination going on.

Anyhow, I got a call today from an agency that I’d sent my resume to and never heard a peep from. I was right up front with the caller explaining what I had done and why. Her first reaction was “ummm, you know that we’ll be doing a criminal background check, right?” Fine. I have nothing to fear from a criminal background check. I had TSA clearance and worked with vulnerable adults in the past. I have had jobs where I was bonded and passed the BCA check to become a notary public. Once we got past that, she sent me a couple of tests. One was accounting which I was, honestly, weak at only 73%. But I never claimed to be an accountant and have never in my life taken an accounting class. The other was an Excel test (a version I’ve not used) and I scored 93% on that and the agency lady seemed quite impressed. Tomorrow, I go in for an interview. I am dreading it. Not because I’m anything less than what I have represented myself to be, but because I just know that this person has some preconceived notions about me now (she was hiding her name, what else is she hiding?)

I wanted to know if my name was keeping me from at least being able to get my foot in the door. I think there is a plausible argument that it is. But is it worth it to use a tich of bait and switch? I guess this interview and what happens afterwards will probably give me an answer to that question. I’ll let you know what that answer is.

Also today, I sent a very brief, cordial email to the other agency who is ALLEGEDLY working “for” me on a job. I got a very snappy “I haven’t heard anything and told you I would contact you if I did” in response. Nice customer service, people. I’m not impressed. If that’s how you treat the people you work with, it’s no wonder that you can’t find a job for me. I wouldn’t work with you if I wasn’t so damned desperate due to your attitude alone. Can’t wait to tell you I have a job so bugger off. Hopefully I will get that chance SOON!

Heading into Monday (again) here’s where things stand.

No appointments.
No credible pending anything (I say that because although I have allegedly been submitted for a couple of different contract positions, I’ve not heard anything in long enough that I don’t believe the jobs are really available… they’ve either been filled or cancelled).
Back to Square One.

It’s frustrating to keep finding myself back here. Even more frustrating is knowing that Other Half loathes his job and right now making a change isn’t really an option. We need the income too much.

I’m not sure anymore how much of the problem is the economy and how much of it is ME. I feel like there’s some rule about all of this that I haven’t been told and it’s keeping me from being able to get a job. And the very idea of working another 6 month contract is making me simply ill right now. To know I’d be right back to Square One in six months with yet ANOTHER short term job to have to explain on my resume just makes me feel queasy. But the reality is that I simply don’t have the option to be picky right now.

Here’s hoping that something turns up. Soon.

So, as anyone who has been here a couple times might have guessed, I am finding the challenge of securing a job following my relocation very difficult. The CounterClock ticks ever onward, marking the days since I last toiled away and collected a paycheck. Panic has begun to set in. And it is damn difficult to network when you live somewhere that you don’t know anyone.

The week came to a close with a fairly quiet Friday. Nary a peep from any of the inquiries I’ve made this week save a couple of form rejections in the ol’ email box.

Tonight, Other Half came home from work and told me that it is his boss’s last day (it was a voluntary thing, he didn’t get fired or something) and that boss had given Other Half his email address with instructions to email MY resume to him so when he’s out & about in his new position and he finds someone looking for help, he can drop my resume on them. So, hey… I may get my foot in the door some places that I normally wouldn’t have… how cool is that? And this is someone who doesn’t even know me which is pretty cool, I’d say.

So, hooray for networking even if it is a tich convoluted. Of course, I’m not going to rely on this netting me a job, but it might be helpful. And I will take all the help I can get right now.