Did I mention that I’m a working woman now?
Funny story. I did my plugwhoring thing online on Friday–sent out a mess of resumes all over the city, or at least in the boroughs I have the balls to walk in at night[1. Which eliminates Brooklyn and The Bronx immediately; Staten Island isn’t an option on account of distance.]. Of course, I came up empty handed. Or so I thought.
The next day, around 11 in the morning, I get a phone call from a place. They asked if I can come in for an interview on Monday at 10am. I said “yes”, as I do all of my offers. Skip to Monday. Came as properly dressed as I can be with resume in tow. I got there 20 minutes early (the 3 buses had aligned itself almost perfectly–it took me no more than 5 minutes to get them), and I sat down while they got ready for me, blah-ze-blah, all the boring bullshit, and then they call me in.
The boss is a very nice lady–I found out that she’s a fellow Piscean too. She told me what the job entails and the like. It’s dispatching and receptionist by the way. She asked me a few questions, I answered them. She then said that she’ll call me in an hour, and sent me on my merry way. My interview was at 10am, but I was out by 10am and home just in time for Jerry Springer. Yes, it was very painless. Now I wait.
But I remembered how I got shafted every time they said that they’ll call. I have learned to hate that line “we’ll call you” because 9 out of the 10 times, they won’t. If thy say that they’ll call with a decision, don’t buy into it. So yeah. An hour passed, and no call. When I didn’t get a phone call by 5pm, I took it as “well, shit, here we go again”. I called to check the status, because it’s one thing to say that you’ll call someone, then it’s another thing to say that you’ll call someone and give a specific time frame. Turns out that she was out of the office for a bit and didn’t get back until 6:30pm. By 6:45, I get a phone call.
“Can you start tomorrow?”
Hell yeah, I can start the next day. And that’s what I did. Someone showed me and another person how to do stuff, and the other person actually quit within hours; I shit you not. It isn’t a hard job to do, but as I found out today, it’s very demanding. In fear of getting dooced within a few days, I won’t say exactly what makes it demanding, but I know that this is only a stepping stone–I need more stuff on my resume, so I can put this on there. And I can say that I have working knowledge of QuickBooks![2. Which, by the way, is a pain in the motherfucking ass.]
I’m just glad to be able to have some kind of money in my hands. I’m getting a sudden influx of assignments on PU2B, but I use those mostly for hosting and putting into my CRF.
Now, if the next job I get can be in a field that I will thoroughly enjoy, I’ll die a happy bitch.