The low-down on the weirdest job situation ever:

So Monday afternoon I'm sitting around doing what I do best, reading, when the phone rings and I'm like "hello?" And I hear, "blah blah blah, CampusPoint, blah blah blah job starting tomorrow, are you interested?" And I'm like, "heck yeah!" And he's like "I'll send you directions, be there at 8." And I'm like, "cool, what was your name again?" And he's like, "Lincoln." And I'm trying really hard not to call him Abe. Actually, that last part was made up, but I would have liked that to have happened. Anyway, he says that it's a kind of a test thing, if I do well, they'll hire me permanently (By the way, CampusPoint is a job search service for recent grads)

So I look up the job listing, and it says that it's a two-week job ending August 5th. Guess why I didn't apply. So, I'm thinking...okay, whatever.

So I go (see rain comment). And it is a long way away (see time equation), but it's a long way to anywhere with jobs. I'm waiting for 45 minutes (I was 15 minutes early and the dude was 30 minutes late) and when the name I was told comes in, he foists me off, saying that he thought someone else would come get me. Okay, so how was I supposed to know that, not that he blamed me. But the dude who is supposed to teach me is not there yet. So Brian starts showing me around. Part-way through the tour, Greg (the teacher dude) comes and assumes that I've already been told everything I need to know.

So lalala. My "work friends," pretty much the only people I feel comfortable going up and talking to, are Greg, the guy who's leaving next week, and Vivian, the copyroom girl who's temp-time is up next week. Fun huh? Greg thinks that they'll probably extend Vivian. Greg, he kind of reminds me of a Chinese Pili. He kind of dresses like him, though don't all guys dress alike? Every once in a while, when I ask him a question, he uses a teacher tone with me, like "so what does 9000 mean?" And he's always telling me to remember to take my breaks. What is there to do on a break anyway? Besides being the only female under 30 that I've seen, Vivian is the Korean girl who studies scriptures during lulls and listens to the gospel station. I thought she was Japanese, but today I caught a glimpse of her half-Korean book. She remind me of Tomomi, and whenever I'm about to look at her, I expect her to look like Tomomi.

So everything's going pretty well, it took about 30 seconds to learn the filing system and the people smile and say hello. Except no one has told me how long I'm supposed to stay. The boss guy wanders around, and he told me that it's Casual Friday with free breakfast, but other than that, we just say hi to each other. One of the older guys asked me if this was my first job, yadda yadda, and maybe if I keep working temporary jobs, I'll figure out what I want to do with my future. Huh? If I was looking for clues as to my status, I wasn't going to get them there. Today he comes over and he says, "Those two guys over there (Brian and Greg) are leaving next week, maybe I should talk to Jack (the boss-guy) about you taking one of their jobs." I have no clue what they do! He says it's easy. Who knows, maybe the guy is insane.

And the freaking commute is never consistant. I left 15 minutes later than normal and was still 15 minutes early. And then I shaved off 15 minutes somewhere on the way home, I'm telling you, they're messing with my head. And did I say, it takes me an hour and sometimes 15 minutes to go 24 miles? That's how far the job is from my current living situation.

One more complaint, and then I'm done. Rain. You turn on your windshield wipers, and hey, great. 30 seconds later, you're wiping dry glass, but you turn them down, and you can't see anything.