"It's gonna be great," it read.
I chuckled to myself and replaced the book on the shelf. Nice thought, but I didn't believe it.
"This job" was at a law firm I interviewed at a few days before. I was hoping. Something like this, even a low level opening like this would be a big deal for me, not just in the short term but in the long term because once you've been in firms, it's easier to stay in them. I nailed the interview but there were more candidates and more interviews so there was no surety of anything.
Last week, I called the firm to see where they were in the process. Maybe I could set up the second interview I as told might be expected. I was on a list of people to call. Unfortunately it was the "we've chosen another candidate" list. Thus is life.
Monday, I was told by a temp agency that they had a project for Tuesday if I was interested. I figured what the heck. It was work. I had just finished my taxes to learn I was getting a pretty good refund and that little extra cash would take care of my needs for the month.
Tuesday, I reported to the day job. The "collating, stapling and filing" I was told I would be doing actually turned out to be litigation support for a wind power generating firm. The simple task we were hired for would take a couple of weeks so I had work in my near future. More importantly, they needed the project done more quickly and the agency wouldn't allow any of us to work overtime. I, on behalf of myself and the other temps assigned with me, worked out a side deal with the company. If we worked extra hours, the company would pay us the hourly rate they were paying the temp agency, effectively cutting out the middle man for that purpose. I not only would be getting extra hours but by default became "the leader".
Wednesday, a new temp was sent to report to me (not to the customer, but to me specifically). I was ahead of the game since I had worked in a law firm before and had a better idea what we were doing. I brought her up to speed with what we were doing and brought her into the extra hours conspiracy. More importantly, I got a call from the law firm that had just rejected me. Their chosen candidate hadn't worked out and would I still be interested. A thousand times yes was my meaning but a simple "I am" sufficed. He even said that he wasn't even sure I would be interested since many people would not like being Number 2. I told him I don't care if I'm Number 5 as long as I'm the one who wins in the end. Salary and benefits were discussed briefly and I was invited to drop in and pick up new hire paper work I could speed up the process over the weekend.
Thursday, two more temps were sent to report to me. I brought them up to speed and brought them in on the extra time conspiracy. With the extra hours we had all put in, working the next week wouldn't be required if we all came in for a little on Saturday. With all the extra money we were making, nobody cared. We were all coming out ahead. But I wasn't getting extra time that evening. I had to go to court over the speeding ticket I got in December while on duty for that shitty ass job I blessedly left. I fought that ticket every inch of the way even though I actually was going 20 miles over the speed limit that night. So I reported to my bench trial. I waited until they called my name and went before the judge. I was prepared to refute their evidence (they had to show me so I could defend myself) and prepared to answer for myself. The judge handed me a signed form, told me that the prosecutors decided to dismiss the case and thanked me for appearing. I took the form, thanked his honor and went home. In the words of Tom Joad's grandmother "Praise the Lord for vittory!" As you can see, I was so elated that I actually invoked my nemesis John Steinbeck.
Friday, I returned to the wind company and had a long chat morning chat with the office manager. It wasn't the kind of chat you have with a temp. It was pointed out that I had been watched for the last few days. My efforts had sped this little project along. That was fine with me. The compensation was certainly worth it. I returned to the paper mine and we all continued to plug away at the job. Well, I did until our boss, the firm's "attorney1" asked me for help with something. It was less like help and more like another chat. I had mentioned that I was going to work for a law firm starting Monday and wouldn't be available for the project if it continued next week. She mentioned that thanks to me, it wouldn't have to, but there was a lot of work to be done and nobody in house to do it currently. So she offered me a part time job at a higher hourly rate than the position I just took at the law firm. A thousand times yes was my meaning, but a simple "I'd love to" sufficed.
Tomorrow, I'm going into work for a few hours to supervise my fellow conspirators. Monday, I start my my new positions. Welsh Girl is gonna call the cable company about getting a cable modem installed. Hot-lanta and my impending wedding now has financing. It's all coming into place. If I believed in astrology, I'd thank my lucky and obviously aligned stars.
And to think I didn't believe...
1She's actually a law student working in concert with the lawyers in the governing state.
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