Since last September I've been temping at this place. That's a long time to temp, and for significant portions of my time there, the bosses talked about the permanent hire that was coming around any day now. That talk started around, oh, say, January of this year.
Now, keep in mind that I didn't really like this job, and that I really only wanted some money. By the time I hit St. Louis, I was pretty much at a nadir. I felt exhausted, dead, hopeless, and had no real desire to do anything but stare at the wall for hours on end. This job was a way to start to get some more cash and plan the next move. I had (well, still have, to be honest) several debts to pay off, and I needed to do that.
So the job talk at my temp place was tempting, simply because it would mean more money, and benefits like health insurance, which I haven't had in some time. A few weeks ago, the talk started getting more serious, and at the same time another job opportunity reared its ugly head.
This is a real job, paying something closer to a reasonable salary, and the work, unlike the job at my temp place, is something that would be engaging. I decided to go interviewing for this job. The day that I made my interview appointment, the temp place made a job offer.
I had to decline, because of this job interview. Three days later, they told me that the job offer was rescinded and that my temp assignment would be over on July 25. This was interesting because the place had just hired a couple of new temps through at least September, and they didn't know shit, whereas I did know the job quite well at that point.
Yesterday, the 24th, my boss pulled me aside and offered to extend my temp assignment until I got the other job or September 1st., whichever came first. I declined, and today was my last day.
When you're a temp, they have to sign your timecard at the end of the week, and you then mail this in to your temp agency. Every Friday I would hand this card to my boss around the middle of the day, she'd sign it and hand it back to me. Today, I gave her the card to sign, she took it and said she'd give it back to me later. This card requires a grand total of one signature. I only assume that I was not given the card immediately so that I wouldn't just bolt on them. Class act, those guys.
But that doesn't really bother me so much as the fact that I'm no longer gonna be around people whom I've grown to care for. It's quite sad, I'm going to miss the random people there at my job. Actually, not random. Specific people. It's a total bummer. I hated the job, true, but I was tight with a coupla people there. It's generally hard for me to get into a groove with people and feel comfortable around them and such, and it's especially difficult for me to leave them. And yet I seem to do this thing over and over again. Anyway, feh.
Posted by mattb at July 25, 2003 08:00 PM