Yay, Trudy!
Congratulations, Aims!
Teppy, I'm sorry about the pile up of crap on you. I know what that's like. As a matter of fact, I have this pain....
Anya ,'Showtime'
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Yay, Trudy!
Congratulations, Aims!
Teppy, I'm sorry about the pile up of crap on you. I know what that's like. As a matter of fact, I have this pain....
Go Trudy!
So sorry, Tep.
I just have to ask: since when did me hiring people at time-and-a-half for this weekend (on my department's dime) become a right, and not a privilege? To the point where, when I get twice as many responses as I have slots to fill, and I call you to tell you that I don't have room for you to work this weekend (because I'm filling slots on a first come, first serve basis), you hang up on me mid-sentence? This is still a workplace, buddy. I'm not your ex-girlfriend. GOOD GRAVY.
I just want to go home. To my un-air-conditioned house.
Go to an air-conditioned movie! A long one. Or possibly a good one.
I call you to tell you that I don't have room for you to work this weekend (because I'm filling slots on a first come, first serve basis), you hang up on me mid-sentence? This is still a workplace, buddy.
I would call back and say "there must have been some error with your phone, because it appears that you hung up on me when I told you that you couldn't work. Let's be clear that this is an opportunity, not a right, and you just lost your chance to take advantage of it in the future."
You know, I really want to work for Vortex. I have a feeling I would ALWAYS know where I stood with her.
Oh they lost their chance. Every year, I keep a spreadsheet for the following year, with notes that include the no-shows, the people who hid in their trucks and don't work, and now, the people who hang up on me when they get bad news. They go on THE LIST for next year. THE LIST was very useful this year, when some of the no-shows from last year tried to apply again this year, or the woman who read romance novels behind one of the residence halls the whole time applied. Or the guy who hung out in the basement of the dorm he was assigned to with all the Housing Support guys. THEY THINK I DON'T KNOW.
Go to an air-conditioned movie! A long one. Or possibly a good one.
Libraries are great for air-conditioning too. Plus they have books!
Yay Trudy!
Yay for checks arriving, Sean!
I really admire people who can do freelance/contract work - I'm just not emotionally cut out for it. Selling out to the man was ultimately very relaxing for me.)
I think I would be okay with freelance work, but I also KNOW that both Pete and I being freelancers would be hugely stressful.
Spreadsheets? Day-um, amyth. When you keep a list you go hardcore.
There's no way to staff 28 residence hall dumpster sites over three days, charge those days to separate account numbers, show all of those people's supervisors how to charge the overtime to the different account numbers, equip those people with grabbers, work gloves, and box cutters, make sure that they have adequate snacks and water and Gatorade over the weekend, coordinate six trucks, and have handmade signs made and placed on the dumpsters at all of those residence halls (and sometimes replaced due to weather), and, oh yeah, implement a shrink wrap recycling pilot without SPREADSHEETS.
The very idea terrifies me.