2010

Job Rollercoaster….of love…say what?

One of the scariest things about moving to another state is the concept of not having a job and worrying about not being able to get one.  I know that I’m fairly marketable with my jill-of-all -trades, master of none resume but the worry was there nonetheless.  Being jobless for pretty much any period of time wasn’t really an option for me since I had exhausted most of my savings, so when a temp agency called me, I jumped in it. *DirecTv commercial voice*

No doubt, I didn’t enjoy the temp position.  It was okay at first, or until the first time I got screamed on by an irate customer.  I took it too personally, I took it home, I didn’t sleep.  After that day, I knew that I couldn’t stay in that position.  It was only a temp position regardless, but the sooner I could leave it, the better.

I read the classified ads like they were my last gasp of oxygen.  I sent out more resumes in two months than I had probably sent out in four years.  I was starting to get antsy.  I wanted out and my contract was going to end regardless. By a stroke of luck, I got a call for a phone interview for a position that was really interesting at company A.  That interview went well.  Shortly thereafter, I got a call to interview for company B.  Funny thing, company A and company B were in the same building, both about 10 minutes from home.  I was led to believe some things about company B that made it appear to be a good deal.

I accepted the position at company B, only to find out, after two days, that the things I was led to believe were not true. In the meantime, I had gotten a call to interview at company C.  Due to circumstances at company B that were beyond my control, I decided that I would go ahead and interview at company C (5 minutes from home).   Whilst I was interviewing at company C, I received TWO e-mails requesting phone interviews for companies D and E.  Apparently, in Colorado, when it snows, it’s a blizzard.  It seems that we live in a really central location because company D is 10 minutes from home and company E is about 7.

Within two hours of interviewing at company C, I had received an offer.  I knew it was in my best interest to go there so I told company E that I was no longer available but I still spoke with company D.  Turns out that company D was about equal in pay to company C but in less of an IT role.  Company D was very truthful with me and I like that.  They also said if my situation changed to get back in touch with them.  I like that a lot.

So, let’s do some math.

Company A = $x/hour

Company B = $x+2/hour

Company C =  $x+6/hour

Yep, I think things worked out well.  If I read my interview at company C correctly, they promote from within and they want to see me do well and move up fairly quickly.  Maybe I’ll tell you in a couple months what company C is, but for now, let’s say I’d put money on you having something made from their company in your home right now.

I start on Monday.  I’ll let you know how it goes. 🙂

It’s another new home!

I’ve had a lot of blog homes over the last couple of years, but I think I’ll tool around with this one and actually keep it. 🙂

I was going to wait until the new year to start writing again, but procrastinating has always been my downfall so I thought I should start kicking its ass immediately.  So while this is just a short love note, there is much more to look forward to, my friends. Much, much more.

Until then…

Opulence, I haz it


And I would trade all of it, the gold bars, the gold busts, the gold couches, even the miniature giraffe
(but NEVER the DirecTv) for a good night’s sleep. I am really and truly hoping that last night was just a fluke. I’ve had sleepless nights before, but last night was what we call ridicuous. I literally tossed and turned all night. This is not a good thing for having to deal with what is basically and 11 hour day on the phones. I actually have to be mentally present. I can’t just (wait for it…) phone it in. *rimshot*

See? Without sleep my corny jokes get even worse!

Last night I tried a glass of wine with dinner as wine usually makes me quite sleepy, but I knew what was ahead when at 10:30 and lights out I was still wired like I just knocked over a Starbucks.  Here I sit, seven hours later, more or less awake, but knowing that I can’t have a lot of those nights. I guess tonight I’ll try some melatonin. Like half a bottle.

By the way, did I tell you that I love the house we’re in? The only downside is that I’m not supposed to make holes in the ceiling. I’m not supposed to. We’ll see how long that lasts. Why would I want to make holes in the ceiling, you might ask? It’s because they’re vaulted. They’re nice and high. And I want my pole up in my office. Who’s gonna notice 3 little holes all the way up there? Meh, we’ll see.

In other hypochondriac related news, I saw a news clip the other day about a little old local lady and Jayson Werth. They both had wrist surgery because they had a UT tear. I think I have the same thing. I, however, don’t currently have insurance *sigh* nor am I really willing to go under the knife (says the girl who went under for cosmetic reasons). I wonder if those things will heal themselves.

Well, the sun isn’t up so it’s time for me to go shower. In another couple of weeks, I’ll be leaving home before the sun comes up and getting home after it goes down. That’s winter for ya. Now bring on the snow so I can get my board out!

Where’s My Money?!?!

That’s right. I wanted to know.

One of the best things about working a temp job is getting paid every week.  Not just that, but also the 3 day weekends I have due to working four ten-hour days and getting paid on Thursday.  Well, this past Thursday, I didn’t see any paycheck money in my bank account.  I figured maybe it would hit on Friday but something in the back of my mind said to check on my timesheet for the previous week.

Good thing I did because, unbeknownst to me, my timesheet was rejected.  No one told me.  Not the place I’m working, not the temp agency, and had I not looked, I probably would’ve still been waiting for a check.  I immediately sent an email over to the agency asking why I didn’t get paid, why I didn’t get informed that I wasn’t going to get paid, and when the heck was I gonna get paid.

The agency got back to me saying that yes, my timecard was rejected, but they didn’t know why.  WTF man?  They said I needed to talk to my supervisor.  Of course, she was away from her desk.  The minutes passed and I got antsy.  I sent her an email.  I had no idea where she was.  Arrgh.  I want my money.  Now I’m getting angry.

At long last, my supervisor returned to her desk, and I don’t think her ass was in her seat before I was at her desk.  I asked, in the nicest way that I could muster, why my timesheet was rejected.  Her answer surprised me.  She said that I marked my lunch for one hour on Tuesday, but we only did half-hour lunches that day.  Yes, you read that right.  She rejected my timesheet because I accidentally gave them a free half-hour of work!  *stunned*

She sent the proper information over to the agency and the agency sent me an email saying that direct deposit on Monday was the best that she could do.  I was okay with this as I was still stunned about the 30 minutes.  I also thought that I would have to deal with a paper check.

Friday morning, I woke up to an email saying that I had a new paystub and I thought to myself, great, a paystub but no money.  Au contraire, mon frere.  I also had a paycheck.  Can you say stoked?  I can, and I was.  That is a great way to start the weekend.  I hope you enjoy yours.

I Guess I’m Old Now

Just moments ago, I returned from Walgreen’s.  I went to pick up a little sleep aid and some chocolate since it was on sale. (See that excuse for chocolate?)  Upon arrival, they were piping in “Love of a Lifetime” by Firehouse which I find to be an interesting song to be playing in Walgreen’s.  It’s also “our song”. 

The next song that came on was “Stray Cat Strut” by the Stray Cats.  I really love me some Stray Cats – Brian Setzer Orchestra too.  I was singing along as I stepped up to the cashier.  The cashier, a young man of about 17 at most, said to me, “I end up singing these songs all of the time. They just repeat them over and over.”  Without even thinking, I replied that I sing along with these songs because I had ALREADY BEEN BORN when they came out.  I guess I should’ve just taken my shoe off and started eating it right then.

His response?  “Oh yeah, my mom listens to this stuff all of the time.”

I must’ve made some sort of face because he tried to clean it up with, “Well, at least it’s good.”

Damage done, kid.  Damage done.

At least I have chocolate and I’m getting a good night’s sleep.