Bizonkulous

Wow. Temp agencies rock my world. My job is way better than the other one, I can’t believe I stuck it out there for even six weeks.

So. I can come and go whenever, as long as I put in the hours and I get my work done. I can work from 7-3 if I want (though probably not yet as I don’t know what the hell I’m doing). I can take my lunch whenever I want. I have a key to the office, company email, my own extension, and I can use the internet if need be (not to the exclusion of my work of course) without fear of reprisal. In short I get to work with adults and be treated like an adult, rather than working with immature students and being reminded that break ended 30 seconds ago.

Maybe this seems rather petty to those of you who have had real grown-up jobs for some time, but I’m still enjoying the novelty of it all. Plus I like dressing up in suits, it makes me feel important.

My lip piercing has been a non-issue. Temp Agency Lady didn’t mention it when she was telling me what to wear for the interview, and it just hasn’t come up at all. So here’s a big middle finger to everyone who said I’d have trouble getting a decent job with a hunk of metal through my lip.

Writing my own job description as I go. I spent an hour or two reading “Mining Explained in Layman’s Terms” and a couple more with the manual going over a backup copy of the database. This sounds boring, but it’s not really. If I run out of things to do, I come up with my own ideas of what needs to be done. If I want to do something different, I teach myself. I like that idea.

All in all, is this what I want to be doing for the next ten years? No. But something I’d enjoy for a couple years before I can go back to grad school and do what I REALLY want? Hell yes.