Last night was the final night on the job for my co-worker whose wife transitioned from working one day a week to a full-time job. He's a solid citizen, so he gave a month's notice before leaving- he didn't want to leave us in the lurch for our busy season. We always got along really well, having similar attitudes and a similar work ethic. One of my other part-timers joked, "When the boss hired him, he was hiring you again."
After giving me his keys and his company nametag, he assured me that he wouldn't be a stranger, and we both considered the possibility of doing per diem work for each other in case of staffing emergencies- I'm sure H.R. wouldn't mind that, he's pre-vetted and very well thought of. As of last night, my department is now down to three employees, myself and my two part-time subordinates, and that's kinda scary.
Speaking of H.R., I hear that they've put an ad out for the position. I didn't write the ad copy, but if I did, it would include the following prerequisites:
Must have tolerance for general weirdness and occasional physical discomfort
Must not be afraid of the dark
And most important of all... must love cats
Our event schedule becomes much lighter after this weekend, so things calm down considerably, with one frenzied day next Tuesday, when my principal workplace becomes a polling site. I'll be putting in a twelve hour day that day, but I can use the overtime. My part-timers are pretty psyched about the additional hours- for now.
It remains to be seen whether or not the position will be filled any time soon. I always joke that the job is very cushy, except when it's not. I also joke that it's a 'cake' job that many, many people would be totally unsuited to do. At the risk of sounding conceited, I think H.R. is looking for yet another 'me'.
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Heh. I get you, Mr. Bastard. Right now, Oracle is chasing me around the Bay Area like a teenager on Viagra. I get it - I've got thirty years history and experience building the market they're trying to build. But it really sounds unpleasant. I talked to the Regional VP today, and she told me "yeah, it's a sales position, you'd be expected to be here from 7:30 to 5:00, and make fifty calls per day.
Say what? I'm twice her age, I was pushing B2B software in Silicon Valley before she was born, and that sounds a little like...hell.
Now maybe she's really smart, and she gets that she needs to be upfront with me - solved the problem, at any rate. If so, good for her. Find a 25 year old kid with a shiny fresh degree and let him make those stupid calls.
But how you could look at my work history and LinkedIn profile and tell me you want me to consider a dumb grunt job like that is hard for me to understand....
But how you could look at my work history and LinkedIn profile and tell me you want me to consider a dumb grunt job like that is hard for me to understand....
I don't think they care anymore. The economy is soft enough so that they figure people are desperate.
Must have tolerance for general weirdness and occasional physical discomfort
Must not be afraid of the dark
And most important of all... must love cats
I AM AVAILABLE.
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