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I worked last week stuffing envelopes for a printing company, and while I didn't make good money doing it, didn't enjoy it in the least, and am too sore to move my arms higher than my chest, I am happy for the experience. I met some people that I will never forget, and some that I'll try never to remember. I got a few interesting stories, and a funny joke or two that I can share at all those sexy parties I go to. And, of course, there's the fact that I made money. Making money is always good.
Part of the problem with the way I look at life is that I often believe that things are tests when they are actually just random occurances. That might not seem like a problem on the surface, but picture going to a job interview, and sitting in an empty room for nearly twenty minutes while waiting for your interviewer. Eventually, someone walks by and looks at you in surprise. "I completely forgot you were in here, and didn't tell her! I'm so sorry! Why didn't you come get someone?" I can't answer the real reason, "I figured you were trying to see how desperate I was for this job, and as you now know, I am very desperate." Instead I say "I'm a very patient person, with not much to do today, and I figured [the person interviewing me] was busy." Smile.
But then there's the good side. I worked at Parkside Press, the printing company, with the thought in mind that this was just one big test to see if I would do the little piddling job of stuffing envelopes, and to see if I would actually do it well before the temp agency I was working through decided I was worth putting on one of the bigger, more important positions. The fact that the owner of the company at Parkside Press had good things to say about me when the job was over was a spot of pride on my record that was increased slightly by the fact that out of ten temp workers, he said these things about only me. I take pride in my work, and if I sound a little cocky because of this, then so be it.
My temp agency has placed me with another job now, which I interviewed for on Friday. I start Monday at eight in the morning, and will be working long hours if I can because this job allows as much overtime as you want to have. I plan on taking advantage of that.
The job is a transcriptionist position with a company that works for the medical companies. Basically I'll be listening to recorded messages left by customers of the medical companies, and inputting all their information into the appropriate fields. For most, this would be the most boring job in the world, but to me it sounds fantastic. I'll be getting paid to do something I enjoy, in a nice, cozy, comfy environment.
The fact that I'm one of three males in a company with twenty seven females has NOTHING to do with liking where I work, I assure you.
Part of the problem with the way I look at life is that I often believe that things are tests when they are actually just random occurances. That might not seem like a problem on the surface, but picture going to a job interview, and sitting in an empty room for nearly twenty minutes while waiting for your interviewer. Eventually, someone walks by and looks at you in surprise. "I completely forgot you were in here, and didn't tell her! I'm so sorry! Why didn't you come get someone?" I can't answer the real reason, "I figured you were trying to see how desperate I was for this job, and as you now know, I am very desperate." Instead I say "I'm a very patient person, with not much to do today, and I figured [the person interviewing me] was busy." Smile.
But then there's the good side. I worked at Parkside Press, the printing company, with the thought in mind that this was just one big test to see if I would do the little piddling job of stuffing envelopes, and to see if I would actually do it well before the temp agency I was working through decided I was worth putting on one of the bigger, more important positions. The fact that the owner of the company at Parkside Press had good things to say about me when the job was over was a spot of pride on my record that was increased slightly by the fact that out of ten temp workers, he said these things about only me. I take pride in my work, and if I sound a little cocky because of this, then so be it.
My temp agency has placed me with another job now, which I interviewed for on Friday. I start Monday at eight in the morning, and will be working long hours if I can because this job allows as much overtime as you want to have. I plan on taking advantage of that.
The job is a transcriptionist position with a company that works for the medical companies. Basically I'll be listening to recorded messages left by customers of the medical companies, and inputting all their information into the appropriate fields. For most, this would be the most boring job in the world, but to me it sounds fantastic. I'll be getting paid to do something I enjoy, in a nice, cozy, comfy environment.
The fact that I'm one of three males in a company with twenty seven females has NOTHING to do with liking where I work, I assure you.
