The new temp at work is getting shitcanned this afternoon. Of course, she doesn’t know this yet. This is her second week and it’s not working out. Mostly because she spends the majority of the day on her Push-to-Talk cell phone, walkie-talkie-ing her husband. And not actually WORKING.
I can’t say I’m too upset about the idea that she won’t be there Monday. She’s nice enough, but has a single awful Christian pop music CD that she plays over and over on her computer. Her computer has no speakers, save for the tiny tin one in the case, so she plays the CD at full blast. And she sits next to me. Yesterday, she brought in headphones in an effort to hear the music more clearly, but it only served to save her from answering the phone or talking to anyone in the office.
Here’s a tip for all the people temping out there – if you ask when you’ll be getting the training they promised in the first week, and they fog and say they’ll have to check on that, take a hint and pack your personal belongings. Leave with dignity.