Used to write about that too at some point. The odd free software installation doesn't technically count.
Let's see, spent most of the week working at a M*rsh*ll F**lds warehouse on a temp assignment, unpacking the material displayed at their London Flea Market. There's something slightly surreal about unwrapping a china set worth more than you're going to be paid in a week and placing it on dusty industrial shelving. . .
That was meant to last the week, but self-defeating speed demon that I am, I managed to finish up around noon yesterday. Yes, there's a sense of accomplishment, but also a sense of screwing myself out of another day and a half of pay. Note to self: be a slacker while working, not while looking for work.
I emailed the temp agency letting them know I was Free (more or less), Black (more or less) and over 21 (more, definitely more), and let them know I'd be in today to drop off the time card and pick up a replacement check we'd discussed earlier in the week.
This would be the check they'd tried mailing, and which failed to materialize either here or back at the office for several weeks. They put a stop payment on it and cut a new one.
And, I was informed in an email reply, sent the replacement to me by mail before I could come in to get it.
I have not yet written back to ask, "You gotta be fucking kidding."
And the problem is, if the stupid thing doesn't show up, I can't afford the high explosives that obviously, desperately need to be planted in the temp agency office. And if it does, well, I still couldn't afford the explosives, the thing ain't that large, but then again I'd feel less need for massive property damage.
Huh. Again, no conclusion. Must be rusty at this stuff.
I love you, Aaron. Consider yrself hugged.
I suppose inane comments like, "don't worry, you'll pull through," will only result in the manufacture of another bomb.
I hate temp agencies. Hatehatehate. They will be the frist string of smoking craters I leave behind me come the Revolution.
OK, well, actually, I'll be after a few corporate executives first, I guess.
Luckily for all involved, it turns out they hadn't mailed the replacement check after all. I picked it up this afternoon, along with a lovely thank-you note. Making this entry unpleasantness for the sake of being unpleasant, a common theme around here.
Dru, thanks for the hugs. Love you too, darlin'.
Silvan, I assure you I am not now, nor have I ever been, the evil midnight bomber what bombs at midnight.
Garrity, I feel compelled to point out that I took my ass to the Navy cause I was scared of revolution. Or something. Erm.
You be careful, a friend of mine just got *fired* from her agency for finishing up her jobs too fast. You'd think they'd be rewarding you, but you're cutting into their hefty fees, I guess.
And I always fill out the 'will drag my butt down to your ganky little office and pick it up my own damn self, don't even think about trying to post it' box when I sign up; temp agencies + mail == bad, bad news, always.