For Hire

Richmond has been miserable.

Not because of the city. The city is actually quite nice, and very calm.

No. Oh no. This is because of my awesome company.

I arrive here with no problems (miraculously). I go to orientation. No problems.

Except they don’t tell me where I’m going until 4:30 on Tuesday for an 8 am arrival on Wednesday. *thumbs up*

I get here, and the manager asks where my laptop is.

Abuh…I’d told Laura I work on a desktop. Apparently this never got conveyed and it was a huge issue. So I spent my first fifteen minutes getting my ass chewed out by these clients. Then they offered me a job? I thought they were joking, so I laughed. Then the woman told me they were serious. Why on God’s green earth would I come work for you jackals?!

So I get through day one. I hated every minute, but I was kind. The manager, W, offered me a job several times and told me I gave a very good first impression. She also said she hoped she hadn’t given a bad first impression. I kindly bit my tongue. Laura told me that the client had never asked, so they simply didn’t bother telling them about my desktop. W. T. F.

That night, I get home. I have my personal laptop. I hem and haw. W was going to give me her work laptop, and she mentioned what a hardship it would be for her to not have it. OK. I kind of liked W, in spite of everything. So I called and left her a message apologizing profusely and explaining I had my personal laptop here with me, and I could bring it in.

I arrive the next day to stony-silence, until W informs me rather rudely that I should have just left my laptop at the hotel because they had already started working on switching hers and she wanted a new one anyway. I kindly express that I didn’t want her to be without a laptop, and apologize again. She spends the whole day telling me how I shouldn’t get paid to sit here and do nothing. Like I thoroughly enjoy doing nothing. It’s just so much fucking fun.

I’m seriously giving the brief overview. There is so much more to write, but I’m still currently at the job site. I’m waiting for IT to get here yet again to get this shit rolling. Needless to say, I had questions and Laura was again a dismissive asshole. I also was supposed to received a phone call to walk me through submitting my time as a traveler, and they never bothered to call me.

Today, it turns out these asshats had never filled out the right form in the first place. So I filled that out this morning and went into the actual IT office. They got it partially done, but the woman I was supposed to be working with wasn’t there and the guy could only do so much. I have three more hours to sit here.

I’ve read three books.

I’ve also started looking for new jobs.

I have a phone interview scheduled for the week I get back and I also just received another contact request.

After the misery that has been this experience, I am done. Honestly. This is the absolute last straw for me. I work too hard to be treated like garbage, and that is exactly what K is doing.

Sean is livid. We both hate that I’m gone, and we further hate that it seems to serve no purpose. I have come down here to have two productive days (orientation, which aren’t even productive to what I personally will be doing) and three days of sitting on my ass and repeatedly getting offered a job I wouldn’t take if it paid $100,000 a year.

…I have a phone interview tonight! Hooray.

So, I’m miserable. I miss Sean. I miss my kit. I hate living in a hotel, although everyone is very nice. While Richmond is nice, it isn’t home. I’m going to try to get out and about this weekend and see some sights. I also need to do laundry.

I’m just taking tomorrow to decompress. I intend to spend time doing nothing at all, except maybe working on my eleventh installment of terrible fanfiction. The 13 year-old girls are demanding and require the next installment pronto. I’ll be out and about on Sunday. The highest on my list is the Richmond Museum of Science. And the laundry. Damn laundry.

The only good thing about this hospital – they have Chick-Fil-A sandwiches in the cafeteria. It’s been spicy chicken EVERY. DAY. for me. With an employee discount.

Boo-yah, bitches.

I’m feeling more calm now. Thanks for letting me vent, guys. And wish me luck. I know I’ve been out looking before, but this is truly my last straw with K. I can’t do this any more.