OMG WOW

So..

Yesterday I went for a preliminary interview to go and work at the ANZ doing some stuff that I'm not even sure wtf I'm doing (something to do with credit cards and making people pay their shit off or something)

Today I went for the 2nd interview.

This afternoon, I got offered 4 different jobs, none of which I wanted.

Then I got a call back.

I got the ANZ JOB.

Holy fuck I got the job.

This is like, the SUPER OPPORTUNITY of a lifetime, I'm so excited about it. None of this screwing me around shit like the other agencies have, this is legit and done properly. I'll be doing exactly what it is they said i'll be doing (which I promptly forgot what it is that I'll be doing)

But no, seriously, I got the job and I'M EXCITED *Big Kev moment, please stand back*

My day has been absolutely fucking fantastic. EvilMe's been here, and he bought me a shiny new bracelet for valentine's day. What sucks is i have large wrists, so the pretty bracelet he bought me didn't fit, and when we went to get it extended, they said it was going to cost $60 to do it. Fuck that shit. I was so sad that I had to exchange it, coz he chose it, and I really REALLY wasn't expecting it. He's so fucking awesome he makes me so happy it's unbelievable!

I'm going to go and annoy him now

*floats off on a cloud of happy*

I can't stop singinggggggggggggggg I can't stop dancinggggggggggggg this song is so fucking awesome and I HATE UTZ UTZ so go figure.. Might have something to do with the omghotguyinthefluffyjacket yeah



The past few weeks have been hectic, but not. Go figure. B was at her nan's place for the first two weeks of the year, and now she's home and EvilMe is pretty much living here while he's on annual leave. I've been filling my days with looking for work and going to job interviews, and whilst all the agencies are like "OMFG YOU ARE SUPERTYPINGLADY! WE WANT YOU WE WANTYOUUUUUUUUUUU" they don't have work for me. I know I have a job coming up mid feb, but I NEED MONEY NOW not next month (well, I'll need it then too, but I need it right now also!)

Just for sahm coz she loves knowing how fast I type (this was from two days ago):

Numeric: 11004 ks/per hour
Alpha: 85wpm gross, 81wpm net (24584ks/per hour) (3 errors)
Alpha Numeric: 14580ks/ph

As you can see, I slow down lots whenever there's numbers. Yes, I get brag rights, but I'm also really proud of those numbers. Why? Because when I first started doing data entry 10 years ago (omfg! how many letters and numbers have I pushed in all of those years? I wonder hmmm..) I could only type a measly 24wpm.

I thank the internet for my OMG SUPER TYPING SPEEDS!

Oh and, considering I haven't used Excel or Word for anything other than pissfarting around at home, oh and the fact that I've never been taught how to use the programs either, I scored 80% on my "do you know how to use word?" test, and 66% on my "excel is a fucking bitch of a program, so lets test you on it" test.

I am teh awesomes but where the fuck are the job offers? Grr!

You know what's hilarious though? If they could see the way that I type online, and the shit that makes no sense coming out of my fingers and onto the keyboard and into your IM windows, they'd never give me a job. It seems like my brain forgets what punctuation, spelling and grammar are all about! The typos made are hilarious and sometimes you need a code to decipher exactly wtf I'm talking about.

Job hunting sucks asses

So here I was, all ready to come home and have a giant rant, and I decided not to. I'm glad I did, otherwise I'd be owing apologies left right and centre!

I was called yesterday by a company who swore black and blue that they were happy to give me a position, my references checked out, and the only thing that they needed to do was meet me in person so they could "put a face to the name". Basically, I had this job in the bag.

So off I trot to my interview, all spiffed up in my corporate wear (bleurgh fuck I hate wearing slacks and shirts.. I got so used to wearing jeans and baggy jumpers at my last job.. anyway, back on track..) and I did well in the interview.

Too well infact.

After doing all the pre-requisite stuff (just to make sure that the 87wpm I claimed to be able to type is true) and finding out what my old positions were, and how much I got paid, the interviewer declared me "too skilled" and "too valuable" for this position.

Liek sirrius? wtf?

She wasn't willing to give me a position that wouldn't utilise my "talents" (hahah I never considered being able to type fast a talent, but apparently it is), which would also not pay me to my full potential. Keep in mind, this position is permanent, albeit part-time. Either way, I would've been paid about $16 an hour.

I was OMG pissed off. Okay, it's nice to be told that you're awesome, but SHIT FUCK AND BOTHER I just want a job!

So that's what I was gonna come home and rant about, but instead, I went to EvilMe's house, and after I dropped him off at work, I went to my cousin Sarah's (aww cute widdle newborn baby.. oh wait, he peed on me. I dunno how much I like him now lol) I'm glad I went though. I had a good laugh, and a bitch and moan, met my new baby cousin.. did I mention he peed on me? Yeah.. he peed on me. Ew. And I calmed down.

Then I got a phone call from the same agency I went to today. Offering me the same position, but at the temp rate (which is about $6 more an hour than permanent rate) starting tomorrow. For now, it's just a one off, come in and lets see how you go, type of assignment - but she's hopeful that they'll take me on at the temp rate as a more permanent member of staff.

Joy to the world, I got a job.. (go on, sing it, you know you want to).

Ack

It's taken me a few days to think about this and about how I want to post. If I'd posted on friday (the 1st) it would've been an angry, I hate the world, emoblog, so I decided to wait, cool down, and think (for once) about what I want to post, rather than just jump in head first.

I went to work as usual, but I knew something was up. I just didn't want to be there and I was sullen and withdrawn, which is unusual for me. Moreso that even Gin noticed it.

I got to the end of my shift, and my HR manager and Admin manager come in and ask me upstairs for a chat. Oh fuck, what the hell have I done wrong?

Apparently, nothing, but after being told that I've done nothing wrong, I get told that I no longer have a job. My job no longer exists, thanks to the introduction of computers out on the stand and not just in the office "Sorry Tan, we've tried to find somewhere for you to go, but there's nowhere for us to put you"

Yeah, they found somewhere for me to go, straight to the unemployment office. Fuckers.

So after a few minutes I ask how long I have left. Termination was there, on the spot. No notice, nothing. Not even two weeks notice so I could organise myself to find a new job or something. Oh well.

I was devastated, seriously. I might bitch and moan about my job, but I really did enjoy it. There were some people there who made going to work a wonderful experience for me, and I wonder if I'll find the same sort of dynamic at my next job. I probably won't, but at least I won't have to put up with that cow, the Owner's niece.

So I clocked off, and then as an officially not part of the job anymore type of person, I told them EXACTLY what I thought of her. Simply put, I described her as "a bitch troll from hell" and told the HR manager "you can keep her". I'd bitten my tongue for near on 19 months, and if they weren't going to do anything about it while I was there, the most they could do was listen to what I had to say and maybe do something about it. Gin's going to cop all of her shit now, and it's unfair. If she were to call me today (the niece, not Gin) I'd tell her exactly what I thought of her, and wouldn't mince my words. What's she gonna do? Get me fired? Oh.. wait..

So I had my cry, but I've been through this before. It's the life of a temp you see. You go in to work one day, and that very same day, you can be told to go home and not come back. It's nothing personal, it's just how the job goes.

I was on the phone to my agency before I'd even left the market. I'm not stupid, I know I need work.

Anyway, fast forward a few days to yesterday (monday). I'm all prepared to go for an impromptu interview at my cousin's work. All I had to do was take in my resume, and have a quick chat with the boss, and hopefully he'd like me enough that he'd want to read through my resume.

8:30am comes, I'm trying to access my resume. WTF? It fucking disappeared. I check the hard drive, it's not fucking there. HOW THE FUCK DOES A RESUME DISAPPEAR? Well it did. The puter didn't like the floppy, the resume went bye bye, I shit a brick. So I went to mum's to see if maybe it was my floppy drive, but nup, it wasn't. Mum's great advice "Just go and tell him that you don't have a resume" well fuck. That's gonna look good, but hey, I'm desperate, so I'll try anything.

I get to my cousin's work, and the boss (I didn't know it was the boss, did i?) answers the door. I explained why I was there, and who I was there to see, and he asked if I had a resume with me because the boss is a stickler for things like that. I was like "oh crap, no I don't. I had computer dramas this morning, but I thought I'd come and see if there was anything available anyway..." That's when he told me that he was the boss.

I could've died.

So, I said a quick hello to my cousin, and got my ass out of there and back home. I wrote up my resume in 20 minutes, copied it to a new blank floppy, and burnt it onto CD just to be on the safe side. Then the cd got stuck in my PC. reboot reboot ahhhhhhhh.. Oh shit, wait, my printer doesn't work, how the hell am I gonna print this thing off? So off I drive to the nearest employment agency and ask them very politely to print off my resume.

During this time, I find out that Jay has the most recent copy of my resume on her computer, only, she's at work isn't she? aaaaaaaarghhhhhhhhhhhh. It figures lol. I have it now, safe and sound on my pc, but omg the dramas!

I go back to Retravision (which is where my cousin's work is) and hand my resume over to the boss "Here's my resume, I'm sorry about this morning, I looked like a total tool" and he laughed and said he'd get back to me. We had a quick chat, about what I can do and stuff. Who knows what's gonna happen.

So now the waiting game begins. I'm looking for work every day, but really, I just want my old job back. The pay was shit, the hours were shit, some of the people were shit, but I enjoyed it.