My two-month hiatus from job panic is now over.
Indications are strong - and honestly, I expected this from the git-go - that TRU is not going to hire me. And if they did, I've been told, it would be essentially as a file clerk and I would make a whopping $40K / year. I would take it if offered, and continue the job hunt.
In the meantime, I'm beginning to automate the more tedious part of my job. The manual work takes up the great majority of my time and yes, in fact, I am a file clerk.
Other indications, um, indicate that I shouldn't get too comfortable.
I've always heard that temps don't get invited to team meetings. I've heard it, but that's never been the case for me until now.
My desk in Peru makes it easy to forget that I exist.
Geraldine, my boss, comes over to check on me once a day. That's a new one for me. I don't recall ever being checked on. I understand Geraldine's position. She's not a brand new manager, but she has been handed a considerable chunk of business and is expected to make it not just work, but work better than it ever has before.
It's a little thing, but it matters. My feelings aren't hurt, but it does serve as an indication that Geraldine and the other women in the group go to the caf for coffee every morning. I am not invited.
One of the women in the group has started to avoid me entirely.
I feel like I've been through all this before. Oh - wait. I have. Big companies like TRU just take you in their maw and chew you up. Rewards are few but again, yes, it is a job.
I have no energy. I don't know if it's the little bit of cold that I have or what, but I went to bed at 7 last night.
Some thinking to do. Most of it is pretty obvious.
Oh - and today's the day for the yeti doctor! I'm so excited. Do you think he'll be like the one Yukon Cornelius caught?
Man, if I'm excited at the prospect of going to the doctor, I have some serious changes to make in my life.
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