More labor!
Sep. 13th, 2012 10:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
slipjig3Having spoken this week to my supervisor, the office boss, and my temp agent, I have learned the following:
1) They like my work. I mean really like my work. As in, I've been called "SuperAdam" by more than one individual.
2) Because of item #1 above, and because the fire they brought me in to help put out has been nigh well extinguished but not the three hundred forty-seven other paper fires they have going, they are extending my ostensibly three-week assignment at least until the end of October, and quite possibly longer.
3) As in a lot longer. If I'm reading them correctly, they'd love to keep me on permanently, and will likely do so if they can make room in their budget for me, possibly by canning someone else. (Scuttlebutt is that there's some folks who could use some canning.)
4) Starting Monday, they're moving my start time from 7 a.m. to 8 a.m., which means I no longer have to haul my sorry carcass off the eiderdown at five-oh-crackbomb in the flippin' morning. Saints be praised!
I am very happy about the above developments. It's a long commute and the work isn't exactly scintillating, but it's work that I'm comfortable with in a good office environment. (How good? When I was Xeroxing something the other day and suddenly yelled, "BIG MACHINE MAKE PRETTY THING," my coworkers actually laughed. That's never happened before, at least not at any job I've ever had.) Now I just need to haggle over the paycheck a bit and bank on my newly-found indispensability.
1) They like my work. I mean really like my work. As in, I've been called "SuperAdam" by more than one individual.
2) Because of item #1 above, and because the fire they brought me in to help put out has been nigh well extinguished but not the three hundred forty-seven other paper fires they have going, they are extending my ostensibly three-week assignment at least until the end of October, and quite possibly longer.
3) As in a lot longer. If I'm reading them correctly, they'd love to keep me on permanently, and will likely do so if they can make room in their budget for me, possibly by canning someone else. (Scuttlebutt is that there's some folks who could use some canning.)
4) Starting Monday, they're moving my start time from 7 a.m. to 8 a.m., which means I no longer have to haul my sorry carcass off the eiderdown at five-oh-crackbomb in the flippin' morning. Saints be praised!
I am very happy about the above developments. It's a long commute and the work isn't exactly scintillating, but it's work that I'm comfortable with in a good office environment. (How good? When I was Xeroxing something the other day and suddenly yelled, "BIG MACHINE MAKE PRETTY THING," my coworkers actually laughed. That's never happened before, at least not at any job I've ever had.) Now I just need to haggle over the paycheck a bit and bank on my newly-found indispensability.
