I Wish I Could Gripe About My Job...

...but I don't even have one.

You probably recall me recently mentioning a little something about a job interview.

Since then, you've probably been going NUTS wondering whatever happened with that. 

Well...

I got the job!

Fantastico, right?

Wrong :(

The job was not at all what I thought it was going to be.  Though I understood that I was going to be performing administrative support at a warehouse facility, I neglected to fully understand just how bad it would be.

They said that they had recently experienced a rather high employee turnover but that they were looking to start 2010 with a clean slate and were excited about new people coming in.  They made it sound like the turnover was on their part (i.e., they let people go), but the more I got to know the place, the more it seemed like maybe the turnover was really more like people jumping off a sinking ship.

I'm not sure what tipped me off first: sharing a computer with 2-3 people, making a list of necessary office supplies (i.e. pens, highlighters, staplers) only to be told, "Hmm... we can probably get most of this stuff," or the stack of "Failure to Pay" notices on the receptionist's desk.  Oh!  Oh!  I know, maybe it was the fact that there were only TWO phones in the whole office that rang when someone called in; however, even though these phones were situated on two women's desks, those two women did not answer the phones.  Instead, if I heard the phone ring, wherever I was in the office I had to drop everything and book it up to the front to answer the phone right in front of the woman sitting at the desk.  WHAT?!

Ugh. 

I let them know yesterday that I wouldn't be coming back so now I'm back to square one:

Sitting on the couch, answering wanted ads online, and watching episode after episode of "Snapped" on the DVR.

Someone better hire me soon, the hubby's starting to worry ;)

© Anne Taintor