I start a new corporate-type job in a few weeks. I’ve met my new boss and toured the place. Looks to be pretty typical cube-farm, except with flip-flops on people’s feet. This is promising. The rest, not so much. I couldn’t even dream of windows at my cube anyway, so that’s a wash, but I was hoping for a light bulb over it at least. It’s kind of like a casino: constant semi-darkness and no clocks. But I’ll be paid hourly, yet cannot exceed 40, so that should be interesting. Furthermore, it’s right on the river, so worst case scenario I can run out and throw myself into it if the need arises. Distinct possibility.
So far it seems like your basic CF: I’ll have 2 bosses in actuality, one from my “parent” company, one for the company to whom I’m contracted. I’ll have 2 holiday schedules to deal with, and a bunch of policies at my parent company that date to the fifties. Women can wear culottes if they have the appearance of a skirt. Oh, goody. I wonder if my apron will be optional, too.
Communication seems pretty thin, and the job description seemed pretty undefined once I got in there. The job I was offered sounds now vastly different than the reality. Well, it gets me working, paying the bills, and otherwise gainful. And isn’t that what it’s all about? You’re not worth anything if you don’t have a dollar sign next to your head. And they’d better be big dollar signs, too, dad gummit. Small ones mean you’re not trying hard enough to succeed. How else can you be happy, slacker?
I can’t wait for my first sick day, which will count as a vacation day. As will the second. The third day I’m sick, though, that’s when the payoff comes, boy! Freebie!! Oh, except none of that can happen until 90 days in. Well, here’s hoping for good health through the new year! Hrm.
