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girlofpreyWork is rub. I've changed my mind. Someone pointed out the other day that we're essentially doing data entry, except by hand, which probably explains why I'm enjoying it so little. I am also the slowest of all the temps at it. By quite some margin. They use about three sheets of stickers in the time it takes me to use one and a half. I try to go faster but the words go even more blurry and my head hurts and aaaarrrghhhh. Some people might suggest that more sleep would help with my ability to concentrate. Those people would be PANTS.
I got left behind, essentially, today. After we were finished making a certain set of old filing into new files we were all supposed to be going on to do a new, fairly similar, job on the computers. About halfway through the day we started running out of stickers, and noticing there weren't many files left, so J went to tell out sort-of supervisor we might need more work soon. Then we found new stickers and sort of carried on, but still got to the end quite quickly. I was lagging a bit, but you know, not too much, and there was no point the others starting new sheets of stickers if I might finish on the one I was on. But I went to the bathroom after lunch, and came back to find J and the newest temp on the computers, while I was left with the rest of the filing, a stack of sheets we'd been querying that could now be filed, and ALL THE FILING WE HADN'T BEEN PUTTING INTO FOLDERS BECAUSE WE DIDN'T HAVE ANY NEW ONES, BUT COULD EVENTUALLY FILE BECAUSE WE WERE EMPTYING OLD FOLDERS AS WE WENT ALONG. So I think that's my job now. And when I'm finished, there's another job for me to do which involves filling out labels. Which I don't mind, because that needs doing, and all the temps don't need to be doing the same thing. But I think J at least might have said "oh, we can file all these old sheets, this job won't be done till we've done that". Instead of leaving me to do it. Maybe our supervisor said they didn't all have to be put into files. We shall see.
We had a new temp last week, a lovely girl about a year younger than me, who knew who the Mighty Boosh and Interpol were. She left on Tuesday, having gotten a call from the agency offering her the kind of temp work she wanted, in a law firm, until March when she goes to University in Spain. Her sortedness is only slightly annoying. Now we have a new temp, a young guy we'll call J(2). I don't quite now what to make of him. He came before me yesterday, had a 45-minute lunch, and then when J went at about ten to four, he said he was going to try to come in earlier and go earlier, then left at half past four-ish. Today he apparently came in with J, had an hour's lunch where J has half an hour - and when he came back he sat reading the paper for about ten minutes, so I think it was a bit longer - then went when J went. I DON'T KNOW WHAT HOURS HE'S DOING. I want to ask but it seems rude. Also he texts a lot, and I saw him sat at the desk doing a newspaper puzzle AGAIN after he got moved onto the new computer job. And he laughed at a rather crude joke another worker made about woman in the office. Hmm.
And then there's this other guy. At work. His name is Matt. He's the temp I was talking about before, the one there on contracts. He's about twenty years older than I am, and apparently has three kids and a wie he's just moving out from. And I'm pretty sure he's been sort of making moves on me. Or at least made some uncomfortable comments.
That was as far as I got on Thursday before I just ran out of time. But it turned out not to matter because my job finished yesterday. I've got a new one on Monday with the probation office. Which should be fun. They tried to pretend there was absolutely nothing strange about my position finishing, despite them having essentially promised me it until Christmas and having just taken on another new temp. But as I say, the work we were doing was finishing and J(2) had had the five-minute training for the next bit of work we were meant to be doing, which I guess not all of use needed to do. There's still every chance that they let me go because I was the slowest of the temps, but if so they kept the one that was lying on his timesheet, so hah. Anyway. New job on Monday. Which I can apparently walk to. This is only annoying because the agency apparently didn't tell them about the time I'd booked off over Christmas, so I'm going to have to organise it with the new company now, if they'll let me. Or there's the possibility that they'll shut down over Christmas, and I'll be out of more work. I'll have to find out on Monday.
Anyway. After attempting that post I saw Emmerdale, in which Matt's lawyer had to earn his money by getting Carl into Matt's cell against all odds. Then Matt told Carl about his fling with Perdy, and Carl went to see Perdy and was all "He seems to have feelings for you. FOR SOME REASON. If you have feelings for him, then you'd better do something to help him, because he's needs all the help he can get!". Emmerdale ocassionally wins at life. Then Never Mind the Buzzcocks was on. I love Never Mind the Buzzcocks. It pleases me excessively. And on Thursday it was a bit like they'd made a show for me. They had an actor from out of Hot Fuzz, and a guy who turned out to be the lead singer for the Hoosiers, which I didn't know. He invented sound. For true. And they had Patrick Wolf on the other team, who I've seen in icons and am vaguely interested in, and Miquita, which meant there were a lot of in-jokes and piss-taking between her and Simon. It was great. I love Simon Amstell. On Thursday he wanted know how Phil always got the Intros Round songs, and said he'd been to one of Bill's gigs while he was touring. British quiz show OT3s FOR THE WIN, I think you'll find. It was jam hot. And then Sold was on, and Matt and Danny were gay as anything. All of which was considerably cheering.
Last night, after getting my notice handed to me, I went to see the launch of an exhibition of K's, which was somewhere way out of the city and down a slightly scary dark street, but it turned out to be lovely. Basically she'd been selling off little spaces in a room in an art studio for artists to buy and fill any way they liked, and it was just like being in a miniature gallery. And some of the pieces were lovely. Occasionally I think I'm just impressed by bright colours, but some of it really was very good, though obviously too expensive to ever own. And there was an interactive work on the floor where you could rearrange houses on a white square into whatever design you liked. I wish I'd had my camera. And that it worked. That went on till nine, and there wasn't much food, but, y'know, there were mini mince pies. And after that, K and I ended up going to an 11 o'clock showing of Mr Magorium's Wonder Emporium. Which was great. I thought the ending was quite 'pat' considering everything that had gone before it, but other than that I really enjoyed it. It was a fairly straightforward fairytale, but a quite lovely one. And Mr Magorium was great. Molly Mahoney was beautiful. Young Eric was lovely. And oh Jason Bateman! He was a stuffy accountant who was quite lovely about the fact that Mr Magorium was dying - that was a spoiler - and had to learn that life wasn't all about work and getting the paperwork in order. Part of learning this involved him passing out. I love Jason Bateman. It's a bit like he's on a quest to fulfill all of my kinks. And he pranced round in a hat. OH I LOVE HIM. It's a shame I couldn't actually see it with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nerdcakes. Young Eric's mother seemed rather okay with the fact that her son had brought a man in his thirties up to his bedroom where they were 'pretending'. But apart from that it was all quite win. OH I LOVE HENRY WESTON. He is great.
Today was a bit mad, and annoying, and COLD ALL THE TIME COLD, but at least I got all my Christmas shopping done. Except that I would like to get something extra for my nephew. The new baby's coming in January, and he's attention-seeking at the best of times, so I wouldn't mind spoiling him a bit. But for the most part I'm done. Now it's about 11 o'clock and I'm going to try to put up my Christmas decorations, a week after my parents brought them. Rah.
ETA: Oh, also - I heard Livejournal was sold to a Russian company quite randomly last week. Do we know anything about them? Are they as bad as Six Apart? What?
I got left behind, essentially, today. After we were finished making a certain set of old filing into new files we were all supposed to be going on to do a new, fairly similar, job on the computers. About halfway through the day we started running out of stickers, and noticing there weren't many files left, so J went to tell out sort-of supervisor we might need more work soon. Then we found new stickers and sort of carried on, but still got to the end quite quickly. I was lagging a bit, but you know, not too much, and there was no point the others starting new sheets of stickers if I might finish on the one I was on. But I went to the bathroom after lunch, and came back to find J and the newest temp on the computers, while I was left with the rest of the filing, a stack of sheets we'd been querying that could now be filed, and ALL THE FILING WE HADN'T BEEN PUTTING INTO FOLDERS BECAUSE WE DIDN'T HAVE ANY NEW ONES, BUT COULD EVENTUALLY FILE BECAUSE WE WERE EMPTYING OLD FOLDERS AS WE WENT ALONG. So I think that's my job now. And when I'm finished, there's another job for me to do which involves filling out labels. Which I don't mind, because that needs doing, and all the temps don't need to be doing the same thing. But I think J at least might have said "oh, we can file all these old sheets, this job won't be done till we've done that". Instead of leaving me to do it. Maybe our supervisor said they didn't all have to be put into files. We shall see.
We had a new temp last week, a lovely girl about a year younger than me, who knew who the Mighty Boosh and Interpol were. She left on Tuesday, having gotten a call from the agency offering her the kind of temp work she wanted, in a law firm, until March when she goes to University in Spain. Her sortedness is only slightly annoying. Now we have a new temp, a young guy we'll call J(2). I don't quite now what to make of him. He came before me yesterday, had a 45-minute lunch, and then when J went at about ten to four, he said he was going to try to come in earlier and go earlier, then left at half past four-ish. Today he apparently came in with J, had an hour's lunch where J has half an hour - and when he came back he sat reading the paper for about ten minutes, so I think it was a bit longer - then went when J went. I DON'T KNOW WHAT HOURS HE'S DOING. I want to ask but it seems rude. Also he texts a lot, and I saw him sat at the desk doing a newspaper puzzle AGAIN after he got moved onto the new computer job. And he laughed at a rather crude joke another worker made about woman in the office. Hmm.
And then there's this other guy. At work. His name is Matt. He's the temp I was talking about before, the one there on contracts. He's about twenty years older than I am, and apparently has three kids and a wie he's just moving out from. And I'm pretty sure he's been sort of making moves on me. Or at least made some uncomfortable comments.
That was as far as I got on Thursday before I just ran out of time. But it turned out not to matter because my job finished yesterday. I've got a new one on Monday with the probation office. Which should be fun. They tried to pretend there was absolutely nothing strange about my position finishing, despite them having essentially promised me it until Christmas and having just taken on another new temp. But as I say, the work we were doing was finishing and J(2) had had the five-minute training for the next bit of work we were meant to be doing, which I guess not all of use needed to do. There's still every chance that they let me go because I was the slowest of the temps, but if so they kept the one that was lying on his timesheet, so hah. Anyway. New job on Monday. Which I can apparently walk to. This is only annoying because the agency apparently didn't tell them about the time I'd booked off over Christmas, so I'm going to have to organise it with the new company now, if they'll let me. Or there's the possibility that they'll shut down over Christmas, and I'll be out of more work. I'll have to find out on Monday.
Anyway. After attempting that post I saw Emmerdale, in which Matt's lawyer had to earn his money by getting Carl into Matt's cell against all odds. Then Matt told Carl about his fling with Perdy, and Carl went to see Perdy and was all "He seems to have feelings for you. FOR SOME REASON. If you have feelings for him, then you'd better do something to help him, because he's needs all the help he can get!". Emmerdale ocassionally wins at life. Then Never Mind the Buzzcocks was on. I love Never Mind the Buzzcocks. It pleases me excessively. And on Thursday it was a bit like they'd made a show for me. They had an actor from out of Hot Fuzz, and a guy who turned out to be the lead singer for the Hoosiers, which I didn't know. He invented sound. For true. And they had Patrick Wolf on the other team, who I've seen in icons and am vaguely interested in, and Miquita, which meant there were a lot of in-jokes and piss-taking between her and Simon. It was great. I love Simon Amstell. On Thursday he wanted know how Phil always got the Intros Round songs, and said he'd been to one of Bill's gigs while he was touring. British quiz show OT3s FOR THE WIN, I think you'll find. It was jam hot. And then Sold was on, and Matt and Danny were gay as anything. All of which was considerably cheering.
Last night, after getting my notice handed to me, I went to see the launch of an exhibition of K's, which was somewhere way out of the city and down a slightly scary dark street, but it turned out to be lovely. Basically she'd been selling off little spaces in a room in an art studio for artists to buy and fill any way they liked, and it was just like being in a miniature gallery. And some of the pieces were lovely. Occasionally I think I'm just impressed by bright colours, but some of it really was very good, though obviously too expensive to ever own. And there was an interactive work on the floor where you could rearrange houses on a white square into whatever design you liked. I wish I'd had my camera. And that it worked. That went on till nine, and there wasn't much food, but, y'know, there were mini mince pies. And after that, K and I ended up going to an 11 o'clock showing of Mr Magorium's Wonder Emporium. Which was great. I thought the ending was quite 'pat' considering everything that had gone before it, but other than that I really enjoyed it. It was a fairly straightforward fairytale, but a quite lovely one. And Mr Magorium was great. Molly Mahoney was beautiful. Young Eric was lovely. And oh Jason Bateman! He was a stuffy accountant who was quite lovely about the fact that Mr Magorium was dying - that was a spoiler - and had to learn that life wasn't all about work and getting the paperwork in order. Part of learning this involved him passing out. I love Jason Bateman. It's a bit like he's on a quest to fulfill all of my kinks. And he pranced round in a hat. OH I LOVE HIM. It's a shame I couldn't actually see it with
nerdcakes. Young Eric's mother seemed rather okay with the fact that her son had brought a man in his thirties up to his bedroom where they were 'pretending'. But apart from that it was all quite win. OH I LOVE HENRY WESTON. He is great.Today was a bit mad, and annoying, and COLD ALL THE TIME COLD, but at least I got all my Christmas shopping done. Except that I would like to get something extra for my nephew. The new baby's coming in January, and he's attention-seeking at the best of times, so I wouldn't mind spoiling him a bit. But for the most part I'm done. Now it's about 11 o'clock and I'm going to try to put up my Christmas decorations, a week after my parents brought them. Rah.
ETA: Oh, also - I heard Livejournal was sold to a Russian company quite randomly last week. Do we know anything about them? Are they as bad as Six Apart? What?
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Date: 2007-12-18 08:12 pm (UTC)Ahaha, somehow I am AMUSED by the old dude making moves on you. SUPPORTIVELY AMUSED, obviously.
I read your bottom sentence as "Liverpool sold to Russian company" at first. And I thought GOSH, surely that will go down badly! But no.
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Date: 2007-12-29 10:44 pm (UTC)IT WAS NOT AMUSING, IT MOSTLY UNCOMFORTABLE. ALSO SLIGHTLY RELUCTANTLY AMUSING, HOW NOT VERY SUBTLE THE FIRST FEW COMMENTS WERE. He said what with me being in Nottingham all this time, he was suprised I didn't have a boyfriend. When I had NEVER MENTIONED BOYFRIENDS, only that I was living alone, I think, to someone else. Also he was in the process of splitting up from his wife. OH. It wasn't exactly a blow for my self-esteem, if he was hitting on me, but still SLIGHTLY UNCOMFORTABLE. Dude.
It seems like it would be terrible if Liverpool was bought by a Russian company. They would have to pick an accent. Or there'd be Liverpussian. THAT WOULD JUST BE CONFUSING. And Liverpool might suddenly feel the pressure that they should be MAKING MONEY for their corporate owners. Oh. You want to hear Russian spoken with a Liverpool accent, YOU KNOW YOU DO. But no. I heard that Livejournal was bought by a Russian company, but no-one's said anything else about it. Although I haven't been paying that much attention to LJ news. I don't really mind if we have been bought by a Russian company. I might buy one of those furry hats.
I LOVE YOU TOO! (imagine I can do hearts)