My godmother was the one who put the bug in my ear. When I last saw her, she was wondering if I could help her paint her house this summer. "Are you working?" she asked. "Are you temping?"
Ah, temping. I haven't temped in almost a decade, and I still rank that temp job as the worst one I ever had. If I were given the assignment now, I would have sued for discrimination and abuse. Or quit. Or both. I worked with a group of people, mostly immigrants, folding statements for FastLane. Some were really nice, and then there was one man who constantly called me stupid and incompetent, which I know I wasn't. I had a very difficult time understanding his accent (he was from Ghana), and when I asked him to repeat instructions, he would yell at me and make me sit in a corner by myself. The only reason I stayed was because it paid good money, and I needed to pay for college.
So yesterday, I went to a temping agency, one recommended by my husband's company. I talked to the placement agent, who wasn't surprised that I'm having trouble finding full-time work in this economy. (That made me feel better.) I had to take the requisite tests, and I was pleased to have scored perfectly on Excel and Word, and I discovered that I type at 75 words per minute.
I won't be placed anywhere until next week, probably, and in the meantime, I'll still be sending out resumes and so forth. Who knows, maybe I'll get a temp job that will lead to a full-time job? In any case, I'm definitely in need of funding.
And I can always look forward to a house painting gig this summer.
Friday, May 23, 2008
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1 responses:
I temped last summer. It was the most awful experience of my life. Like you I only stayed because it paid good money and I need to pay for school. Unless you get a better temp job then the one you described, I wouldn't take it, but you probably already know that. I had my worst school year morale-wise because of that soul-destroying job.
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