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Published: March 18th 2008
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The start of another working week, or so we thought. However...
I got fired from my job at Pamcat! Well, my assignment was terminated anyway on the Tuesday and I don't really feel too much at fault. As I said in the last blog, I had slowed my pace at work and was just doing my follow up calls each day having not received any further instruction. Because there weren't too many to do each day, I casually surfed the net to kill time, although I was still making it all the way through my load. However, half an hour before my lunch, I got a call from Adecco saying that the manager of the office had phoned wanting to end my assignment immediately. It was pretty bizarre as the manager sat opposite me and obviously didn't have the courage to say anything to me herself, so I went back in and got my timesheets signed and headed to Adecco who said they could get me more work. I think Pamcat were possibly looking to end the assignment anyway as there wasn't much debt that hadn't come back and with their own obvious financial problems (they had recently downsized to
6 staff) I gave them the perfect opportunity. Whatever the reasons, I was glad to be out of there as I really needed full time hours.
The smarmy, sleazy recruitment consultant at Adecco, Chris, said he could get me a outbound sales job (every persons dream job!) for the following day, but I never really held my breath. I hit the internet and started mass mailing my resume only to realise after about 100 sendings, that it was my old and now defunct Australian number on it! I'm an idiot! Once I rectified this, I got agencies phoning constantly and attended some interviews and got a job on the first one. If only it was this easy in January. I started the job on Thursday and worked Friday too, although I had no intention of staying due to the inconsistent hours and I re-established a relationship with Hays, the biggest recruiter in Aussieland. They got me a job to start on the Monday which was more pay than I'd ever even got at home, so it really is just swings and roundabouts in the job market here.
Another weekend followed which ended up with us spending more money
than we meant to. Friday night was a few drinks at the pub to toast Emma's papa and as an attempt to help her sleep through the night. Due to the time difference Emma's papas funeral was being carried out during our friday night so the prospects of a sleepless night was inevitable.
Saturday was the famous Sydney Mardi Gras. Basically the country's premier gay pride parade, the whole city was packed and most people (particularly underage teenagers) used it as an excuse to imbibe copious quantities of alcoholic (and probably other chemical) substances. The parade itself was quite an eyeopener with every float being more bizarre than the last. It was a blast from the past to see Thai ladyboys again too. We had a few beers but after a few hours the parade became a bit repetitive, the crowds became more drunken and the toilet situation was getting out of hand (drunken teenagers puking!) so we headed back to the flat and had a couple of drinks. It was a far more relaxed time than the previous weekend though.
Started my new job on the Monday as a Records Officer and after going in, the guy
asked me what sort of record and archiving experience I had. I told a half truth and said I had mainly done electronic filing. After being shown the ropes (in a vague manner), I did some of the tasks he gave me and ended up with nothing to do for the rest of the day. I was worried it could be another Pamcat experience, but on the way out one of the managers asked how I enjoyed it. I said that it was ok in an overly upbeat manner, but she then admitted (and told me not to mention this to Jeff, who I was going to be covering for) that everyone in the office knows it is a job where there is very little to do so I didn't have to worry too much about others seeing me not looking that busy. That made me feel a bit more at ease and the fact it was a government department means they probably won't be as blatantly underhand either. It's probably only for 5 weeks, so I'll see what happens, although just a bit concerned that in the weeks when Jeff's away, I've got no one to ask regarding any
issue. Just have to blag it I suppose, they don't expect too much from temps anyway.
Emma got flowers at her work from both the branches she works at which was very nice and they seemed to be pretty understanding of her situation and grief. Which is surprising considering most temps are treated pretty badly and she has a boss from hell. She ended up spending last week hitting the gym every night (taking advantage of a very cheap trial week) and is now completely passionate about yoga. I also think the kick boxing class helped her get some frustration out too and I'm just glad it was a punching bag and not me in the firing line.
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