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slipjig3Our office lost one body's worth of man-hours today as coworker Jayson finally decided to walk for good. No one was much surprised. Jayson has an acute case of being a 20-year-old, and he was pretty much wearing the fact that this was his first real job on his sleeve. Chief among his grievances against our employers (along with being made to file things and the hinted-at bitterness that the job was cutting into his World of Warcraft time) was that they were being "unfair" in that they "yelled at him" about missing too many days of work. "That's such bullshit," he told me just before resigning. "I've only missed five or six days, tops."
He started in mid-July.
Other than that, work proceeds swimmingly. I still have no clue how long they intend to keep me on, but I do know that my stint won't end this month, at least, as they've spoken to me about Thanksgiving-week hours. A good sign: with Jayson gone, I can now sit in the corner cluster of desks with the rest of the department, instead of the kids' table by the front door. Today, everyone was gearing up for Halloween, which in our office means the Friday after Halloween, when everyone dresses up thematically and kids of employees come to trick-or-treat after school. This amounted to today being spent by people not involved in hardcore data entry—i.e. people not me—redecorating the office to look like Sesame Street, the chosen theme, and no one actually being dressed up for the actual Halloween, which made me and my top hat feel painfully incongruent. (Most exciting comment received: "Nice hat.")
Blessed Samhain, all.
He started in mid-July.
Other than that, work proceeds swimmingly. I still have no clue how long they intend to keep me on, but I do know that my stint won't end this month, at least, as they've spoken to me about Thanksgiving-week hours. A good sign: with Jayson gone, I can now sit in the corner cluster of desks with the rest of the department, instead of the kids' table by the front door. Today, everyone was gearing up for Halloween, which in our office means the Friday after Halloween, when everyone dresses up thematically and kids of employees come to trick-or-treat after school. This amounted to today being spent by people not involved in hardcore data entry—i.e. people not me—redecorating the office to look like Sesame Street, the chosen theme, and no one actually being dressed up for the actual Halloween, which made me and my top hat feel painfully incongruent. (Most exciting comment received: "Nice hat.")
Blessed Samhain, all.
