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somewhere a kitten is miaowing at me
Aug. 14th, 2008 11:23 pmHeh. Next week I have an interview for a job that I'm absolutely guaranteed to get, having been doing said job as a temp for a fair bit of the last four years. And I'm still not kinda sure that I want it. Go figure.
Despite sitting at my desk, doing the job already, I've had to fill out a long and complicated application form, send it off to HR and get an email back yesterday telling me to call them to book an interview time... Oh, and there'll be a typing test!
So. I'm sitting there, booking the diary out for the room for the interviews to happen in, and I still have to call over to HR and book myself an interview slot, to be interviewed by my manager, whose diary I have infront of me. I'll be sitting next door to where the interviews are taking place all day, obviously, meeting and greeting all the other interviewees. *head/desk*
I'm going to break into hysterically laughter when they ask me to do the typing test, I swear. The job hardly involves any frickin' typing anymore (which I bitch about constantly, because I liked the typing).
All par for the course, really.. I've 'inherited' the private practice work I really didn't want from my friend, who walked out last week in tears after three years temping in the other half of our department, leaving me to break the news to, er, everyone. The private work covers my new and improved gym membership fees, I guess, which is something...
And, oh, the kitten. Who now stays out all night until around 3am, which is a fabulous time to cry right underneath my window until I let her in. The sooner she learns how to climb in through windows like her predecessor, the less hysterical I'm gona be in the morning when all the sleep deprivation kicks in, methinks...
Despite sitting at my desk, doing the job already, I've had to fill out a long and complicated application form, send it off to HR and get an email back yesterday telling me to call them to book an interview time... Oh, and there'll be a typing test!
So. I'm sitting there, booking the diary out for the room for the interviews to happen in, and I still have to call over to HR and book myself an interview slot, to be interviewed by my manager, whose diary I have infront of me. I'll be sitting next door to where the interviews are taking place all day, obviously, meeting and greeting all the other interviewees. *head/desk*
I'm going to break into hysterically laughter when they ask me to do the typing test, I swear. The job hardly involves any frickin' typing anymore (which I bitch about constantly, because I liked the typing).
All par for the course, really.. I've 'inherited' the private practice work I really didn't want from my friend, who walked out last week in tears after three years temping in the other half of our department, leaving me to break the news to, er, everyone. The private work covers my new and improved gym membership fees, I guess, which is something...
And, oh, the kitten. Who now stays out all night until around 3am, which is a fabulous time to cry right underneath my window until I let her in. The sooner she learns how to climb in through windows like her predecessor, the less hysterical I'm gona be in the morning when all the sleep deprivation kicks in, methinks...
