The Temp Agency Girl just called to lecture me. That's twice in two weeks that I've received a negative job review from a kid young enough to be my daughter. Well, really it's concerning the same job, so perhaps it only counts as one protracted criticism.
Turns out I 'forgot' to go to work this morning.Oops. I had wondered why the hell my alarm clock went off so early-now I know.
Temp Girl asks me why my attendance has become so bad.
I take it you can pull up my work history.
Yes, right here.
Between January and October I averaged over 60 hours a week. How many days did I miss?
I feel like screaming into the receiver -damnit! I'm burned-out! The recent assignments are so mind-numbing and hopeless that they make my frontal lobe pulse and throb painfully, like it's trying to escape through my eye-sockets.
It's not as if I'm a bad worker-far from it. I do great work, which generally allows me to get away with murder. But everyone has a point where they're doing something tedious and/or odious for such a low wage that quitting, meltdown or suicide become the only options. I even checked into joining the Peace Corps, but even they aren't desperate enough to have me.
Oh. Now I'm on work 'probation'. Big deal. I've had my life ransacked by Federal Probation Officers, I'm not worried about marks on my temporary/permanent folder.
There's silence-obviously intended for me to fill with an apology. Good luck for that.
I drop a fork on a ceramic plate. Ka-Klank!
Gotta go-the cat just made a mess.
I don't hear what she's saying as I hang-up. What's the worst they could do? Stop offering me $7.75/hr jobs?