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Jul. 30th, 2002 08:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enteleinHeh.
It sounds like a few people were confused about this job that I've got right now - they didn't know I had it, or what it was.
So yeah. Old schoolmate of mine e-mails a bunch of people, looking for someone to fill in for a switchboard operator position at a software company downtown.
I had been working freelance for the past year, not only working gratis for the Lockjaw project, but also for Century Guild Decorative Arts. My earnings were, shall we say, less than optimal, for a variety of reasons. so I called aforementioned old schoolmate on a Monday, and left her a message stating that I would indeed consider leaving my practically structure-less freelance life for the cubicle hell I had known before a dot bomb fell on me.
I went over to Matt's to play PS2 games that afternoon (sucking hard at Frequency), and I got a return call asking me to start on Tuesday. I dallied a bit longer at Matt's, went home, had an online meeting, and then went to bed early. Starting a job on such short notice was a bit jarring. I still feel like I am catching up or something.
So for the next week I sat and listened as 2 or 3 different people answered the phones and answered my questions about all the protocols and routing I'd need to do as a switchboard operator. I was a temp grrl for a bit, and then I officially interviewed for the position, becoming an official employee sometime in the beginning of June.
I have an office, which is pretty cool. I sit here and field pretty much all the calls coming into our main line, a good percentage of these the past couple of weeks have been wrong numbers bouncing from defunct extensions for old employees. I have my lava lamp sitting here, and I browse and read and write and ruminate on the Meaning of Life when the phone's not ringing.
The job's really easy. Way too easy for my massive brain (ha) to handle, but you know? It's a job. I have benefits. I am still paying off hundreds of dollars of debt to Scott, who helped out so much with things while I was languishing in the last 12 months of indecision and fickle funds.
So, yeah, I answer the phone. It's not glamorous, but it's something.
Today, I feel like crap. I passed out last night in a coma-like nap, waking at 9 PM or so, only to crash again around 10 PM or so. I don't even remember. I woke with a sore throat, my head aches, and all I want to do is sleep.
I'm thinkin' I might go home early.
It sounds like a few people were confused about this job that I've got right now - they didn't know I had it, or what it was.
So yeah. Old schoolmate of mine e-mails a bunch of people, looking for someone to fill in for a switchboard operator position at a software company downtown.
I had been working freelance for the past year, not only working gratis for the Lockjaw project, but also for Century Guild Decorative Arts. My earnings were, shall we say, less than optimal, for a variety of reasons. so I called aforementioned old schoolmate on a Monday, and left her a message stating that I would indeed consider leaving my practically structure-less freelance life for the cubicle hell I had known before a dot bomb fell on me.
I went over to Matt's to play PS2 games that afternoon (sucking hard at Frequency), and I got a return call asking me to start on Tuesday. I dallied a bit longer at Matt's, went home, had an online meeting, and then went to bed early. Starting a job on such short notice was a bit jarring. I still feel like I am catching up or something.
So for the next week I sat and listened as 2 or 3 different people answered the phones and answered my questions about all the protocols and routing I'd need to do as a switchboard operator. I was a temp grrl for a bit, and then I officially interviewed for the position, becoming an official employee sometime in the beginning of June.
I have an office, which is pretty cool. I sit here and field pretty much all the calls coming into our main line, a good percentage of these the past couple of weeks have been wrong numbers bouncing from defunct extensions for old employees. I have my lava lamp sitting here, and I browse and read and write and ruminate on the Meaning of Life when the phone's not ringing.
The job's really easy. Way too easy for my massive brain (ha) to handle, but you know? It's a job. I have benefits. I am still paying off hundreds of dollars of debt to Scott, who helped out so much with things while I was languishing in the last 12 months of indecision and fickle funds.
So, yeah, I answer the phone. It's not glamorous, but it's something.
Today, I feel like crap. I passed out last night in a coma-like nap, waking at 9 PM or so, only to crash again around 10 PM or so. I don't even remember. I woke with a sore throat, my head aches, and all I want to do is sleep.
I'm thinkin' I might go home early.
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Date: 2002-07-30 09:51 am (UTC)Besides, paying off debt is A Good Thing. One of the best, as far as I'm concerned.
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Date: 2002-07-31 07:38 am (UTC)