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Okay, when you call and email your staffing rep multiple times about your timecard and GETTING PAID, it'd be nice to hear back from them before the effin' timecard is DUE.
I'd be lying if I said I was anything close to content right now. *grumble* Why they couldn't just send me a paper card like I ASKED ON TUESDAY EVENING... *stomp* Anyway. I'll just call and make myself a pest Monday if I have to.
In other news, the job is still working out, though it's disturbing how many people keep asking me, very surprised I'm still there, if I'm coming in on Monday. Cue even more surprise when I say 'yes'. Maybe my optimism is biting me in the ass, but it seems that what my supervisor wants is someone with the same crazy-mad computer skills that she has, and she's not getting it for the dinero she's offering. Hence the 30-day trial and then negotiations. When I can prove that I'm worth the money I plan on asking for (more or less, they'll be paying the same as now, but the money that would go to the staffing agency would be going to me, if the negotiations work out [and assuming *I* work out]), then maybe they'll actually pay it for me. I'm not holding my breath - it is the American healthcare system, after all, and in a shabbier part of town to boot, but... I can hope. There's not a lot of upward promotion available, but there's plenty of lateral options. We'll see.
In other aggravating news, the need to wear work clothes means my back is breaking out again, slowly. Dammit. I really need to figure out just what's causing that mess and fix it, soon, or there won't be anything but bloody scar tissue left. (Let's not point out the bitter irony that my personal opinions on sexy focus on the back, or that my favorite styles of clothing on folks are low-backed or backless. If there is a God, he's a bastard in the humour department.)
Sleepy. Bed now.
[I have a Phantom of the Opera ringtone! I owe Mom $15+ in downloads. Sssh!]
... Oh, and Mom finally got her new car. Shiny opal-gold Outback '07. I have car envy - I can't afford the bells-and-whistles model like she can. Wah. Stupid earning power-to-work-experience-and-education equations.
I'd be lying if I said I was anything close to content right now. *grumble* Why they couldn't just send me a paper card like I ASKED ON TUESDAY EVENING... *stomp* Anyway. I'll just call and make myself a pest Monday if I have to.
In other news, the job is still working out, though it's disturbing how many people keep asking me, very surprised I'm still there, if I'm coming in on Monday. Cue even more surprise when I say 'yes'. Maybe my optimism is biting me in the ass, but it seems that what my supervisor wants is someone with the same crazy-mad computer skills that she has, and she's not getting it for the dinero she's offering. Hence the 30-day trial and then negotiations. When I can prove that I'm worth the money I plan on asking for (more or less, they'll be paying the same as now, but the money that would go to the staffing agency would be going to me, if the negotiations work out [and assuming *I* work out]), then maybe they'll actually pay it for me. I'm not holding my breath - it is the American healthcare system, after all, and in a shabbier part of town to boot, but... I can hope. There's not a lot of upward promotion available, but there's plenty of lateral options. We'll see.
In other aggravating news, the need to wear work clothes means my back is breaking out again, slowly. Dammit. I really need to figure out just what's causing that mess and fix it, soon, or there won't be anything but bloody scar tissue left. (Let's not point out the bitter irony that my personal opinions on sexy focus on the back, or that my favorite styles of clothing on folks are low-backed or backless. If there is a God, he's a bastard in the humour department.)
Sleepy. Bed now.
[I have a Phantom of the Opera ringtone! I owe Mom $15+ in downloads. Sssh!]
... Oh, and Mom finally got her new car. Shiny opal-gold Outback '07. I have car envy - I can't afford the bells-and-whistles model like she can. Wah. Stupid earning power-to-work-experience-and-education equations.
