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Work and getting older
Oct. 12th, 2007 10:38 amHappy 31st birthday to me! *grin*
Mom made pumpkin pie, but I didn't get the chance to eat any yet. Got up too late to have it for breakfast. *g* Oh well, as soon as I get home I'm cutting a piece of pumpkin pie and watching Supernatural.
So...work.
*grin* I have been here for at least six weeks, and just two days ago I remarked to N--- that "No one talks to the temp girl. They all leave me in my corner and I don't hear anything."
We laughed about it, but then yesterday J--- came over to talk to me, and C--- invited me to go to lunch with them sometime. I was all O.o because I didn't think N--- would have said anything to anyone about that. I thought she'd realised I didn't really mind that no one but her talked to me. LOL
Well, this morning in the toilet I learned why people are talking to me. They've heard a rumour I'm going to bid on the weekend night shift crewing job. LOL Well, it's true, I talked to D--- about it, and she said to submit my resume. She also said that she's not expecting too much interest in it because it's Thursday through Sunday nights. But it's a full-time job, and it would get my foot in the door. (Not to mention I have no social life and like keeping third-shift hours, though I've never worked them.)
Anyway, C--- explained to me how getting my foot in the door could help me get to a better job eventually, since all jobs are bid inside before they ever go outside. So eventually something better could come my way, basically through a trickle-down effect.
What's funny is I had just been thinking (literally just, as in, when I was walking into the loo) that I really needed to get on my application for the USDA job, too. The USDA has an office in Peoria, after all. After a couple years I could put in for a transfer and go live by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
slightlyjillian! ^_~
Mom made pumpkin pie, but I didn't get the chance to eat any yet. Got up too late to have it for breakfast. *g* Oh well, as soon as I get home I'm cutting a piece of pumpkin pie and watching Supernatural.
So...work.
*grin* I have been here for at least six weeks, and just two days ago I remarked to N--- that "No one talks to the temp girl. They all leave me in my corner and I don't hear anything."
We laughed about it, but then yesterday J--- came over to talk to me, and C--- invited me to go to lunch with them sometime. I was all O.o because I didn't think N--- would have said anything to anyone about that. I thought she'd realised I didn't really mind that no one but her talked to me. LOL
Well, this morning in the toilet I learned why people are talking to me. They've heard a rumour I'm going to bid on the weekend night shift crewing job. LOL Well, it's true, I talked to D--- about it, and she said to submit my resume. She also said that she's not expecting too much interest in it because it's Thursday through Sunday nights. But it's a full-time job, and it would get my foot in the door. (Not to mention I have no social life and like keeping third-shift hours, though I've never worked them.)
Anyway, C--- explained to me how getting my foot in the door could help me get to a better job eventually, since all jobs are bid inside before they ever go outside. So eventually something better could come my way, basically through a trickle-down effect.
What's funny is I had just been thinking (literally just, as in, when I was walking into the loo) that I really needed to get on my application for the USDA job, too. The USDA has an office in Peoria, after all. After a couple years I could put in for a transfer and go live by
slightlyjillian! ^_~
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