So I'm signed up with two temp catering agencies. Neither of them has any work for me. Ever. (Exaggeration: I got one job from one of them, once). I didn't even call them this week. When I call there's no work and when I don't call there's no work, so why bother?
One of them just called me. Whoa.
I spoke with someone who was staying late at the office and, in her frustration at being the only one left in Cubicleland, was a little more forthcoming than the drones I usually talk to. I asked her about the recent slowness. I got an earful about how the economy was "for shit" and this will be the first year in the company's history that it "won't have any growth." (Translation: they're tanking). In fact, she had just gotten off the phone with the head of the company who begged for some good news, but there was none.
Of course a new employee can't expect much in that sort of environment. I guess I'm finally reassured that my lack of work isn't due to my lack of plastic surgery.
Anyway, in just in case the job I "got" back in July never lets me show up for work -- and this is possible, as the economy is even more for shit in software than it is in hospitality -- I'm interviewing next week for a half-time cashier position at an uppity private school. Yes! I want to ring up Steven Spielberg's kid's fries!
Are you wondering why the New Girl got chosen to be part of the pool of candidates for this job when gigs are so scarce? It's because I have cashier experience. Yes, the fast food job I had when I was 18 seems more likely to get me a job than my impressive (if I do say so myself) two-page professional resume. I'm scared. Aren't you?
One of them just called me. Whoa.
I spoke with someone who was staying late at the office and, in her frustration at being the only one left in Cubicleland, was a little more forthcoming than the drones I usually talk to. I asked her about the recent slowness. I got an earful about how the economy was "for shit" and this will be the first year in the company's history that it "won't have any growth." (Translation: they're tanking). In fact, she had just gotten off the phone with the head of the company who begged for some good news, but there was none.
Of course a new employee can't expect much in that sort of environment. I guess I'm finally reassured that my lack of work isn't due to my lack of plastic surgery.
Anyway, in just in case the job I "got" back in July never lets me show up for work -- and this is possible, as the economy is even more for shit in software than it is in hospitality -- I'm interviewing next week for a half-time cashier position at an uppity private school. Yes! I want to ring up Steven Spielberg's kid's fries!
Are you wondering why the New Girl got chosen to be part of the pool of candidates for this job when gigs are so scarce? It's because I have cashier experience. Yes, the fast food job I had when I was 18 seems more likely to get me a job than my impressive (if I do say so myself) two-page professional resume. I'm scared. Aren't you?
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