Thursday, January 18, 2007

Socializing

Had a chance to attend a farewell lunch today. Granted, I walked in and found Krispy Kreme doughnuts on my desk as a happy birthday present for everyone in the area. Apparently it's tradition to bring in doughnuts and treats for people on their birthday and I was told to go get some. So Krispy Kreme has these particular doughnuts called Glazed Cream Filled. It's essentially stuffed with vanilla frosting and then glazed. It is basically sugar crack and I can maybe eat two before I feel ill from too much sugar. Yet, it's TOTALLY worth tantalizing the taste buds for this stuff. We're talking diabetic sugar shock, kill the pancreas crack treats! Luckily, we've got a bakery/distributor in town and when the light is on, they're making the basic glazed doughnut rings fresh. Mmmmmmm.

Mind you, I used to think Krispy Kremes were da'bomb until I found a Tim Horton's. It's like a Dunkin' Doughnuts only sh'loads better. It's a franchise out of Canada that has been slowly infecting American culture with *GASP!* higher expectations in their coffee, tea, and pastry selections. They offer a fairly unique taste for even the most basic pallet. Gotta find a Timmy's if you can. I highly recommend a stop or two. :)

So here's the latest on the Purdue work front. It appears that this building eats up temporaries. I mean they come in as a temporary and eventually get sucked into the black hole otherwise known as cubicle hell, bennies, and a 40 hour week if not more. The girl who trained me my first day on mail sorting has been temping here since October. I told her she should keep track of the time she's spent here, because after six months, they are supposed to hire you into whatever department you've been suckered into on campus. I think it breaks down to six months or a 1000 hours, whichever happens first.

Had my boss look at my resume and she's telling me to make it bulleted for easier reading. Ummmm, I have looked at several bulleted resumes and I think they look like someone got too slap happy with a poka-dot machine. It's all good pointers to make it happen for Purdue though. I have always had it pounded in my head to keep my resume to ONE PAGE. Here, they want every single department you've worked in, all the stuff you did in each department, and then separate all that information accordingly. My resume looks like I can't keep a job! Four places in less that six months, but that's the way this system works. I just happened to fall into this one that may or may not actually pan out for me within six months. I assume they look to try to make you go insane with the most mundane tasks, which is what I think this building is, nonstop mundane torture for the ADD impaired.

Also, this is a first that I have heard of it, but I am not Purdue Temporary Staffing, I am working for Productions Unlimited which places me for jobs at Purdue. I am not a Purdue employee, but I sure as hell get a pay check that says Purdue on it. Things that make you go Hmmmmmmm. I am anxious to get that first pay check of the year. I am not even sure if it will be enough to make the car payment, but hell, it's worth a shot. Waiting on W-2s to get in from four sources last year. Apparently, even though I work in the department for taxes, I can't get my W-2 until the 25th. EH?! I just wan'na file and figure out if I get money back or owe damnit! It's just not cool to make people wait this long. *ugh* So lunch is almost over now, so I will be back later, like the next line for the last break of the day. Jooooooy!

So here's an interesting thought. I love to socialize, talking is like a sporting event for me most days. I've learned in new offices, you keep your head down and don't talk too much and listen to what people are saying and doing. It gives you a clue to what kind of people they are; it usually works on getting those first impressions right. Anyhoo, my point is, I've got a myself a very chatty office mate here, she comes through to gossip about other people in the office that I don't know. I have dirt on countless faceless names. It’s kinda sad that I gotta hear what everyone else is saying about everyone else. It means that if I tell her anything about me, she's going to blab it to everyone who will even listen! No thank you. I can usually hear her clomping up the carpeted floors/walls like a Clydesdale without a sleigh. I close up anything that might tip her off to my goings on and doings at my desk on my break times or otherwise. That whole post-it with the break times is meant for that particular person as well as anyone who happens to come by and see me drafting a blog in my gmail account. See, it's easier to draft it here and then go home and put it in Word and proof it, and then publish. If I have time here, I do that too, but I am über sneaky about it and don't do it often in order keep my arse covered. I know how to delete obvious history and don't save passwords anywhere on this machine.

Best of all, today I am told I am filing W-9s… ALL OF THEM. EH?! Turns out, there was a miscommunication and I am not being shared, as of yet, with other departments. I’ve had people handing me stuff on and off all day and I had no idea why or what to do with them. Nice. So that was straightened out. I am not being shared just yet. I get to stay in my little cubby hole and sort and file and hear Ms. Clydesdale clomp around like Godzilla. We’ll see how it goes later.

That's my thought of the day, makes for pensive facial expressions while I write this. :)

T~Molly

...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin...

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