05.20.10
Posted in Homestay students, Job, Money at 12:01 am by kyrias
There was a short discussion with my parents today about my job and where I think I’m going with it.
I told them that unless I got weekends, then there was no way they could pay me enough to keep the job. I hope that this ultimatum sticks, because I’m more than ready to walk otherwise. My brother claims that he’s interested in taking over the home-stay business when he graduates from college — so in five years. I’m going to make it very, very clear to him that if he wants something to come back to, then he needs to keep me happy. If he can’t, then he and my parents can just start over from scratch any time they feel like it. I don’t think it’d be that hard, assuming my father is still enticing kids from China to come over, he can just settle some of them in our house as opposed to shunting them off to other prospective host parents in the area. So this threat may mean nothing to him. Matters little to me what he does. I need my weekends, gosh-darn-it. I can tolerate living and working away from my social circle and my boyfriend but I will not do it for ten months straight for the pay I’m getting.
My parents are still upset that I have no ambition to do more. They’re now quoting Korean royal soap drama at me: “Why are your dreams so meager?” Isn’t that cute? I have no good response to that and I quickly derailed that conversation because fuck it, we’ve had that same conversation endless times before and the answer is not going to change. They’re thinking about the time when they can rent out an entire building and have a dorm full of home-stay students. I look at that and the amount of work that would entail and say “fuck no”. I guess I’ll wait until they actually manage that before breaking the news though, since I get that wouldn’t go over too brilliantly. Oh well.
We’re going to have two girls coming in next year, so I’ll again have my base salary of 1.2k/month. I’m hoping that S will continue living with us, so I’ll have $1.8k/month. Also, we’re going to start pimping me out as an English tutor and I’d get to keep all proceeds. We’re thinking $20/hour. My brother’s English tutor charges 60/hour and will only consent to doing two-hour segments. I’m sure there’s a market and a demand but let’s see if I can fill said market and demand.
Amazing, with that time-frame, I can have a 5-year plan going on. Aww, that makes me feel all warm, fuzzy, and commie like.
Plans:
- Pay off the credit card debt before the end of this year. We have 5.4 k left, so let’s just call it 6k. I think 6k over the next slightly-more-than six months will be doable, even if it is a stretch because I won’t be getting paid my normal salary for the summer vacation months. We’re also moving and possibly into a bigger/more expensive place so that might trash our plans or at the very least throw a huge monkey wrench into the whole business.
- Budget so we can max out our Roth IRAs for this year and then put all extra money, if any, towards establishing an emergency fund. Since we have until April of 2011 to sock away money in the Roths, I think this might be difficult, but still within the realm of possibility. I’m going to need to crunch some numbers once we’re in the new place to see what our new monthly living costs will be. I want at least three months if not half a year of living costs for both of us in the emergency fund. This will all be in cash or CDs.
- After we’ve established our emergency fund, I’m going to look into putting away money into a mutual fund or long term CDs for a deposit for buying a house in the future. Caesura and I would both like to be able to pay cash outright for our house, or our portion of the house that we’d be buying with other people, but depending on when we plan to do it, that might not be feasible, but at the very least we need to start saving now or we’ll be looking at a fugly mortgage. I aim to save at least 100k before we hit 35 years old. Since we paid off 5k in CC debt in half a year, I’m going to project and assume that we can save 10k a year. If we can’t, then I figure we can stretch a bit to make it happen.
I anticipate working the job I have for the next 5 years as a sort of worst-case scenario. After that, we’ll see. My brother might decide to take over this house, or we might decide to turn the other house nearby into another house for home-stay purposes, or that dorm-building dream of my parents might come true. Who knows? Depending on how things change, I might decide to stay on and continue doing this for the money if there are no better options.
If, after five years, we still decide to live together as a group of friends and they have need of a housekeeper, then I’ll jump to doing that. If they decide that they need one before that and are willing to pay me for it, there’s a very good chance I’ll take them up on it.
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05.16.10
Posted in Job at 11:13 pm by kyrias
There was an incident last Friday, one which prompted me to rethink my previous stance on continuing my work with my parents.
Currently, I essentially function as the cook/housekeeper for the home-stay students we take in. This job involves some cleaning, cooking, and being the adult of the house when they’re away for business. It’s a pretty light workload, all things considered. I spend at most 5 hours a day working and the rest of the time I have to myself. Along with free room and board, I get 600/month for each kid we take in. Right now we have two. I also get 600/month vacation pay when the kids are off on summer vacation without having to do much more than visit each weekend to mop the floor or some such. Considering that the house can take up to 4 students with no problem and I could also potentially make money tutoring them English on the side — I wasn’t exactly averse to continuing to work for them.
However, I’m not so sure anymore.
Azora has mentioned in the past that once she has a more stable income, she’d be more than happy to hire me on as a housekeeper/cook. Nora has also mentioned that I could probably find housekeeper-ish work in the city if I wanted.
So I’m running some numbers and starting to think about that seriously. Whereas unless things really go wrong, since I told my parents I’d work for them this coming year and they took in two additional students based on that information, I’d have to keep this job for at least a year — this is definitely something to think about.
From a cursory Google search, I think I’m looking at a minimum of $15/ hour to as much as $75/hour to have someone come in and clean your house. Apparently some charge by houses and some charge by number of rooms. This is often without doing laundry, other errands, outside work, scrubbing the bathroom, windows, or dishes. Obviously, the rates both depend on locale and how much work they’re willing to do beyond the basic sweeping, mopping, and dusting.
From what I can see, it’s important to establish a baseline of what the work will consist of and what the cleaner will and will not do.
So, things I anticipate doing as a housekeeper:
- running errands (post office and bank) and grocery shopping
- dishes
- sweeping/vacuuming and mopping floors
- taking out trash
- scrubbing out the kitchen/stovetop/floor/sink/counters
- cleaning the bathroom
- laundry
- general pick up, dusting, and wet-wiping of surfaces
Things that I will not do includes taking care of pet grooming and litter boxes. Windows are negotiable depending on whether they’re double-hung and how dangerous it would be to clean them if not. I think that if I’m to do cooking or babysitting, then I will have to re-negotiate my prices or charge separately.
Currently, I do not find it terribly amiss to assume that as a housekeeper I will be doing at least 15 hours of work a week, potentially more if there is grocery shopping involved. At the lower end of the pay scale ($15), I’d make 900/month.
It seems that currently my friends will not be able/willing to afford my services. What might happen during summer vacation when I move back to Somerville for the two months is that I shall give things a test run and see how much time I spend each week doing all of the chores that I would perform as a housekeeper. Possibly I could persuade people that they could actually spare that much money per month and possibly it would come down to less money. If my rent and share of utilities is deducted from that $900, then I may turn out to be more affordable that previously anticipated. We shall see.
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03.04.10
Posted in Job tagged home-stay students at 3:56 am by kyrias
Whichever works, really, since I’m typing this at near 2am in the morning.
I went to sleep early last night because I wanted to get in some sleep before I had to work on the website with Caesura. He woke me up at about 11pm to work on it and I got hungry at about 1am.
When I went downstairs to get something to eat, I decided to check the doors on a whim. Surprise, surprise, both the front door and the kitchen door was unlocked.
Not only that, but either the dishwasher had popped open of its own accord or someone had decided to pull it open during its wash cycle and not restart it again. I’m just glad that it didn’t leak water all over the floor. That would have been a beautiful thing to come downstairs to.
On another whim I checked the thermostant only to see that my brother ratcheted the thermostat up to 71 degrees. I turned it right back down to 50.
Then there’s the uneaten sandwich that my brother found in the bathroom trashcan yesterday morning.
Then there’s how S preferred to eat instant ramen over the food I made the night before last.
Sheesh, I really am not looking forward to having my own kids at this rate. It’s not just aggravating, I’m actually just almost speechless at the shenanigans these kids pull.
Honestly, when I heard that someone was charging a Chinese girl 3k/month to host her, I could’ve cried. I want that much to deal with these kids and not a piddling 600. The price discrepancy is enough to drive one to drink.
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03.02.10
Posted in Homestay students, life tagged home-stay students, insomnia at 4:21 am by kyrias
I went to bed in the morning at 7am and woke up at 2pm.
This was earlier yesterday. Or today, if one doesn’t count the day as passing before you sleep. Now it’s 3 in the morning and I’m scarily awake.
And nocturnal-ism strikes again. No, that’s probably not a word. No, I don’t care.
I would love. Love! Love to be able to go to sleep at 9pm at night, wake up at 5am, and be all sensible. But no. It just doesn’t seem to be working out that way at all.
There has to be a reason for it, but I can’t pinpoint it.
Perhaps it’s the dark, velvety quiet of the night. The sweet, unadulaterated silence of the world breathing in sleep.
Or perhaps it’s knowing that this is the time where I can sit in peace and know that there’s nothing I need to do, nothing on the to-do list that absolutely needs to be done until at least three hours later.
Mayhaps it’s because the K-kids are quiet and there’s no shooting sounds, no shouting, no simmering leftover anger from knowing that they’re in the house because dammit they won’t let me forget.
Oh, did I mention that S was late back home again? I cut him off from our internet as a punishment, but I think he set up a wireless access point with his cell phone but Caesura assures me that the reception must be terrible so I shan’t fret too much. However, his aunt hasn’t responded to the email I sent her, so I definitely need to call her again.
But it’s delightfully quiet and it’s just me, and the laptop, and some cookies. It’s so terrible when something so bad for you feels so terribly good.
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02.21.10
Posted in Drama Ilamas, Homestay students at 1:40 am by kyrias
So I thought that after talking to S about how I really wanted him to get back home by 10:00pm and how I would need to stay up for him to make sure he got home safely — maybe he’d wise up and stop being a pain.
Apparently not.
Saturday morning, I ask him if he wants something to eat at about 10:30am. He says no, he’s going out skiing with his friends later. I ask him when he’s going to return and after a bit of hesitation, he says 11:00pm.
Clearly that whole bit about wanting him to get back before 10:00 pm bit didn’t sink quite in.
I reiterate that I really want him back by 10:00, or even 10:30 — but if it’s really necessary, then at the very latest I want him back by 11:00pm.
That entire day I’m plagued by worries about what if he falls and breaks something. After all, skiing isn’t exactly the safest sport out there. Around 10:58pm, I start glancing at the clock.
I’m simmering by 10:05.
When he walks in at 1:44am, I’m absolutely livid.
I hear him walk in and I station myself in the living room doorway, where he has to pass by me to go upstairs. He tools around a bit in the foyer, then gets himself a glass of water. Finally, he walks into the dining room, straight into my line of sight.
I just stare at him. He pauses, looks a bit uncertain, then apologizes. I start dressing him down for not calling to tell me he’d be late and for being almost two hours late. He makes some excuse about the place being really far away. I coolly tell him to leave earlier next time. He mumbles something meant to be placatory. Tired of the entire thing, I tell him that is all.
Still seething over his nonchalant reaction, I fire off an email to my father asking if I can just kick him out if he keeps this up.
Dad: “Sure, if you don’t mind losing the income.”
I send an email to his aunt, who is his current legal guardian while he’s in the US. I tell her about his past two escapades and inform her that if he does this three more times, we will not be able to keep him as a boarder any longer. She apologizes for any inconvenience he might have caused me, thanks me for caring about his safely, and says that if I made it clear how much he’s inconveniencing me, he’d surely stop.
Hah. I doubt it.
Anyways. I get the joyful job of having to talk to him and N later on, to tell them what’s what. It’ll be great fun.
At least I rejected my brother’s idea of setting them a 6pm curfew and refusing to let them out after dark. Clearly that would have gone over awesomely.
Not.
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02.19.10
Posted in Cooking, Homestay students, Recipes tagged cookies, Mexican wedding cookies, polvorones, Russian tea cakes at 5:20 pm by kyrias
We went out to Minado’s on Valentine’s day and I fell in love with a nutty, buttery cookie that they had simply listed as “butter cookies w/ walnuts”.
By the way, going to Minado’s on Valentine’s day, which was also Chinese New Year’s — was a terrible, terrible idea. The number of people there was staggering. We waited 30 minutes in line to get our food even though we arrived at 5:15, a mere 15 minutes after they opened. When we left at 7:30PM, the number of people crowding the entrance was boggling. Poor hapless, witless fools.
Caesura thought that they tasted like some sort of Mexican cookie and so I went home and looked up “Mexican buttery cookies” on Google. It turns out that they’re called Mexican wedding cookies, or Russian tea cakes, or polvorones. Since I can’t choose between Russia and Mexico, I’m going with the polvorone option.
Although I bought the walnuts this Monday, I finally got around to making them yesterday night. I’d been feeling overstressed and in no mood to test a new recipe, much less a fiddly baking one. It was a good thing too, since what happened afterwards prompted me to make a breakfast of these.
See, we’d been thinking that out of the two homestay students, S was the better one. He’s mostly quiet, didn’t seem to be quite as oblivious as N, and didn’t get up to nearly as many escapades. Note the past tense used for the latter descriptions.
Yesterday night, he told me at about 5pm that he would be going out to eat. This was slightly irritating, because I had already started cooking and if I need to cut back on portions, I really would prefer more advance warning. However, I realized that it was probably a last minute invite from friends and so I brushed it off as a minor issue. I asked him when he would be back and he said around 9 pm.
Later that night…
I’m puttering in the kitchen, it’s about 10:30pm and I’m wondering where S is when I hear the sound of footsteps at the door. Kevin and I turn, only to see two other boys walk in.
Boy1: “Hi. What are you doing?”
Me, somewhat bemusedly: “Making cookies.”
S: “We’re going to watch a movie at midnight.”
Me, blinking more than a bit: “Oh, you have fun with that.”
They leave and my brother rounds on me. He’s livid that S brought two random people home at 10:30pm, and worse, was intending on going to a midnight movie. He thinks that I should have said something. I said that I was hardly going to toss them out on their ear and that I would speak to S separately.
My problem was that, for me, I’m not comfortable disciplining the K-kids. Further, I don’t know as of yet where the line is of how much I can discipline or humiliate them in front of other people and I wasn’t going to just throw cold water on their plans and kick his friends out.
Frankly, I was not processing all of this too well. I vaguely thought that it wasn’t the best idea, but I’ve been living with people who are of-age for far too long and it never even occured to me that I probably should have said something regarding the late hour, the movie idea, and the two people showing up until my brother pointed it out.
Kevin storms off.
He comes back, apparently after having a little chat with S, with more mind-boggling details. Not only did S bring back two people without saying anything beforehand, he intended to have them sleep over.
At this point, I’m speechless. And here we thought he was the easy one to deal with.
This morning, after staying up until 3:30am making sure that he got home safely, I made a breakfast of about half a batch of these polvorones. The only saving grace is that I used less sugar than the recipe called for, and white whole wheat flour. With a little bit of imagination I could almost convince myself that they weren’t that bad for me.
Polvorones
- adapted from Deb at smittenkitchen
- 1¼ cup toasted walnuts
- 1 cup butter
- 2 cups white whole wheat flour
- ½ cup packed brown sugar
- 2 tsp vanilla extract
- 1 egg (optional)
I used the food processor to turn the toasted walnuts into a powder. Putting the brown sugar in with the walnuts seemed to help keep it from turning into a paste.
Being the genius I am, I added the butter immediately after pulverizing the fresh-out-of-the-oven walnuts and brown sugar. I was very surprised when with the first pulse, the butter immediately liquidized and spurted upwards. Good thing I had my hand over the feed tube or my night would have gone quite a bit worse.
Somewhat alarmed at the liquid state of the ingredients, I dumped in the flour. Happily, the dough came together and it didn’t seem that much worse for wear.
I stuck the bowl outside in the snow and started on my second batch. 30 minutes later, I brought it back inside and started making balls of the dough.
Not sure if it was the liquidized butter, but the dough was extremely crumbly. I ended up just scooping teaspoons of it and dropping them onto the cookie sheets. The second batch I added an egg, which seemed to help matters and the two didn’t have that much texture difference, so I think I might just throw in an egg the next time too.
I baked them at 350 degrees for about 20 minutes.
Since I don’t like things that are too sweet, I cut back on the sugar in the cookies and utterly ignored the usual convention of rolling them in more sugar.
These were buttery, nutty, and I thought the brown sugar gave it a lovely depth of flavor without being too sweet. However, these are definitely cookies — a couple of them will satisfy cravings for a sweet without sending you on a sugar high. These weren’t dry either, which actually was my problem with the ones at Minado. You can have a couple of these without feeling like someone just stuffed a silica packet in your mouth.
I even think these would be lovely with perhaps a pinch of cardamom, cinnamon, or even rosemary and lavender. I’ll have to experiment a bit more and see what comes of it.
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02.17.10
Posted in Homestay students at 4:55 pm by kyrias
It’s been only nearly 12 hours since my father left for China for a month and left my brother and I in charge of the home-stay students…
… and I’m just about ready to throw in the towel for the day, go back to bed, and pray devoutly to any by-passing gods that tomorrow works out better.
Kevin, my brother, drove my dad to the Logan Express stop so he could take the airport shuttle at about 4:00 AM. Out of solidarity and a wish to see my father off, I went along.
Note: When faced with less than 6 hours of sleep, my brain usually refuses to shut off. This meant that I finally dropped off to sleep at about 2AM and was woken at 3:40 AM. It didn’t help that I started getting hungry at about midnight and the hunger pangs were really keeping me awake.
When we passed McD’s, I suddenly had a craving for hot, oily, terrible-for-you fast food breakfasty badness and said so. My brother was too sleepy to make the turn so we went straight home from the bus stop.
At 8:50AM my brother woke me up because now he wanted to go to McD’s for breakfast. Being absolutely sleep deprived, out of it with no desire to make breakfast, and starving at this point, I went along.
Being similarly sleep deprived, my brother nearly ran a red light into an incoming truck on our way back from McDs. According to him, he didn’t notice there was a red light — as in, he didn’t notice the physical pole with the lights on it.
There was much cursing, shouting, and near hysterics.
After eating breakfast, I fell asleep on the couch watching the Food Network. My brother woke me at 11:30AM to ask about lunch options for the kids. Absolutely tired and still more than a little frazzled from our near death experience, I told Kevin to just make dumplings for the kids and fell back asleep. Never mind that apparently they had already had dumplings for lunch at least twice in the past week already.
Some time later, I’m woken by blaring smoke alarms, the sound of quacking, and a woman’s voice saying something unintelligible. I swear, all I could make out was “blah blah blah blah evacuate blah blah blah”.
Oh well, I guess I got the important bits.
I ran into the kitchen, only to see the burner turned to its full glory of 10k+ BTUs, the Teflon pot sitting on said burner, and a solid pillar of white smoke erupting from the pot.
There being absolutely. no. way. to turn off the fire alarms, we spent a good 15 minutes in the house listening to them blather on. My brother kept up a stream of non-stop cursing as we looked out the window anxiously to see if the local fire department had been notified.
Finally, the smoke alarms stopped.
At this point, my brother was a nervous wreck, “It’s not even the first day he’s gone because it hasn’t even been 12 hours. Oh my god, what the fuck is wrong with today?”
Me? I’m just numb from lack of sleep and way too much adrenaline over too short a period of time. Did I mention that a car who ran a red light nearly ran us over on our way to McD’s and we had been half-joking around about traffic incidents to take the edge off the adrenaline at that point?
K: “The fuck?!” *we turn to look at the car that nearly clipped us as it rushed past*
Me: “Wow, that car totally ran a red light.”
K: “Yeah. Our light was green for at least 5 seconds before it just ran by.”
Me: “Yaaaah. Considering there’s usually a delay between when their light turns red and our light turns green — that was definitely running a red light.”
K: “Yeaaaah.”
Me: “So we call dad and tell him that we got into a traffic incident — because we went to McD’s for breakfast…”
K: “He’d probably just freak. Might even get on the first plane back.”
Me: “Yeaaah…”
…I was thinking about going back to Somerville for a day or so a week to make sure that my house hasn’t burned down or more importantly, run out of food — but honestly, I’m almost afraid to leave my brother at home alone. At this point, he doesn’t want to be left here alone either. He said I’d come back to find the house burned down and the three of them standing in the snow staring at the ashy remains.
The worst part is, I still have to make dinner and clean up. Maybe we could just order pizza out, charge it to dad’s account, and turn in early for the night? Somehow I don’t think using knives or more fire today is a good idea.
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12.04.08
Posted in Job, Uncategorized tagged fired, job humiliation, people on power trips at 7:40 pm by kyrias
I wasn’t going to blog about this assigment at first. I really didn’t like it there, but I figured it was only for 19 hours total and I would just stiff it out.
This morning though, they fired me, so I have no compunctions about sulking about it.
Essentially what happened was that a phone call came in, and I buzzed the wrong person to pick it up because I’d gotten confused as to who was supposed to answer which calls. To be perfectly fair, there was a list of who is responsible for what in front of me, but I didn’t read it all the way through — I just skimmed the first word of the duties they were responsible for. Then, because the wrong person was not there yet, I tried buzzing the person who showed me the phones yesterday to ask what I should do. The director, M, had been hovering over my shoulder for this and when I was asking what to do, he snatched the phone away and did it himself.
Then he asked me, “Did you get trained?”. Somewhat flustered at this point, I answered as truthfully as I knew how, “D showed me the phones yesterday.” Then he asked, “Did C train you?” And because I hadn’t even met C until this morning for the first time, I said no.
Then he rang up C and barked into the phone: “Come see me, now.”
I thought, “Uh oh.”
C came in, M shut the door, and said in a loud, angry tone, “Did you train her?”
C made some unintelligible response. M says louder, in what I’d call a controlled shout, “That’s not what I asked. Did you train her?”
More unintelligible-ness, this time sounding very subdued.
M: “She has no idea what she’s doing and she’s doing everything wrong.”
At this point, I thought, I am not doing everything wrong. I made a mistake, it’s true, but I picked up numerous other calls yesterday without messing it all up. Besides, I wasn’t exactly trained. D did try to tell me what I should do, but there were a lot of little details she left out. Admittedly, not when it came to the phones, for which I already said I screwed up with.
So then the two of them came out and went to talk to D. I suspect that they got the impression I was blame-shifting, because I said C hadn’t trained me. Which to be honest, she hadn’t because I hadn’t seen her before that morning. I did say D had shown me the phones though. Then M came back, still thunderous, during which I carefully did not look at him, and an ominous silence fell.
A couple more phone calls came through, most of which got picked up before I could get to them. Not a mean feat considering that I usually manage to pick up before it finishes ringing. I thought, “So that’s how it is.” Then I did intercept one — which happened to be the temp agency calling. I thought, “Aha. He told D to just get rid of me.”
Which he did. And which she did. So I left work after being there for about an hour and forty-five minutes.
Very humiliating. Very demeaning. And very cementing my reluctance to find a “real job”. Regardless of what a “real job” would give me, I’m somewhat afraid that a real job would involve lots of searching, effort, stress, only to result in a boss like that. I guess my boss from my first job scared me off quite a bit and this didn’t help.
Note, I’m in no way saying this neurosis is justified. Just meh.
Back to the drawing board, I guess.
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12.03.08
Posted in Job tagged temp agency at 1:06 pm by kyrias
I shouldn’t have worried.
The temp agency had not called me yet to give me work — highly irregular in my experience, and it is already Wednesday. I had decided that since I was helping my mother with things on Monday, and for most of the week of Thanksgiving, I was going to take Tuesday off insomuch as not calling the temp agency and then if they didn’t call me, to call them today.
I called them earlier this morning, they said they had nothing for me, and I reassured them that I was just calling in to touch base and make sure they knew I was available to work. Then I hung up and worried to Zora about how people are less likely to be hiring people during the month of December and how I might not be employed for the rest of the month…
Temp agency, hereafter referred to as TA, called me a while later, asking me to go sub for someone for the rest of today and the week. So, called in last minute for say, 19 hours of work. Bah.
I almost regret calling them.
WTB permanent job…
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09.30.08
Posted in Job tagged pragmatism at 9:41 am by kyrias
I think I can honestly say I enjoy temping.
I’m not there long enough to get bored with the work and there’s a certain sort of pleasure in being able to whole-heartedly throw myself into the work because of the adrenaline rush. It’s there, amazingly so, because it’s either sinking or swimming and no one can afford getting a bad review from their assignments.
That said, one of the truly sucky bits is that taking time off from work is a touch-and-go, iffy thing.
First off, I sometimes worry that if I turn down one project, then my supervisor will be less likely to want to call me for another. Logic says that if I’m a good worker and she needs someone, then she’s not going to — but there’s always the worry that there’s other people she could pick. After all, they do say unemployment rates are soaring.
Then, there’s the problem with temping — they don’t know me and therefore they wouldn’t know if it was true that I was sick or if I just didnt’t want to go into work.
For example, I’m temping as a receptionist for this week. I’ve also been under the weather for the past month — this Monday it flared up into a cold. I couldn’t just call in sick because they had absolutely no replacements and it would have looked bad on my record because “you shouldn’t have accepted the job if you were not feeling well”. Nor could I just do one day and give notice for this particular job — it turns out that they’ve “scared away” more than one temp, with someone doing three days and not coming in for the remaining two. If I asked for a replacement at this point, I might still get a bad review because they thought that I upped and quit on them.
Decisions, decisions.
Turns out that my supervisor over at OfficeTeam is also trying to line up a temp-to-hire position as an executive assistant for me. They might or might now deign to interview me this week. That’s going to be fun — wonder how she’s going to wrangle things between my current and potential future assignments.
I’m not even sure I want it to go through. Pragmatic concerns for a secure future, 401k and benefits aside, I’m honestly uncertain as to whether I want to be tied down into doing the same things day in and day out.
We’ll see, at any rate. With my lack of experience in the field, I’m not even sure that they’d want to hire me. The job description sounds pretty hardcore.
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