Mean Girl -Part 2
Mean Girl -Part 2
Did I earn enough to cover the costs of my Iman, Revlon and Elizabeth Arden cosmetics which I bought particularly for my comeback to the career world? (As a stay-at-home mom, I was content with just using Johnson’s baby powder and red sourburst for a lipstick).
The answer is (sigh) NO! So, the obvious solution would be to find another work. Naturally, I couldn’t kill my agent as yet coz I needed her to get me a new job. In any case, it was back to square 1 again in online applications.
I was fired Wednesday, got 2 testing and interviews on Friday, and the following Monday, I was starting a new career in
(drum rolls pls)
One of my co-workers in the data entry job I had was this nice, chubby, middle-aged lady. She’d sit and do her job meticulously then read mags during break. She’s very friendly though coz she knew everybody there by name.
First impression: quiet, reserve, shy, just like a mom (though she’s unmarried). You know, somebody you’d respect.
Everyday, I learned tiny bits of pieces about her. And you know what? She’s nowhere near enough my first impression description of her. Quiet? Reserved? Shy? Heck, no! She had her driver’s license suspended once coz of her reckless driving; She’s a member of a nudist colony; She’s got tattoos; and she even had breast reduction done. Beat that!
But I love her. I admire her. She’s intellectual, funny, free-spirited.
I sure miss her, along with a few other co-workers there whom I’ve gotten so close with.
(I swear, I really am gonna kill my agent for this).
Several factors forced me to get out of my little cozy warm cocoon and join the workforce. So there I was, back to square 1 in signing up with placement agencies.
A week before Christmas, my agent sent me to this nightshift job which I thought was an admin position. Cool! At first it was ok. You know, clerical stuff. Nothing I haven’t done in the past. By the 3rd week, I pretty much ‘mastered’ most of the tasks.
And then they started with this account where you had to key in figures (naturally, using the numeric keypad). I was struggling so hard to type the numbers right but my co-workers were typing like maniacs!
How I managed to land myself to a Data Entry position was really mind-boggling to them. Whoa, whoa! Wait a minute! Data Entry, you say? I never applied for a data entry thing. Had I known in the first instance that it was data entry job, I wouldn’t have bothered. Data Entry, my neck! Sure I could type faster with alphabets. But numbers? No way! I’ve hated figures all my life. Heck, I don’t even know my multiplication table. I’d never survive this job.
Sure enough, my ass got kicked on my 4th week there.
I swear I’m gonna kill my agent for this.