Friday, May 30, 2008

End of My First Week---Limeonkey Life UPDATE

So today was the end of my first week at my new job. Don't know about it? Here's what happened (the short version):

Last Thursday I went and got a night shift security job. It was Monday-Friday overnights. The pay was $10. The place was 100% nicer than Uni-Guard, and the guys running it were eager to snap me up (cos I have SO much experience...). So I took it, because I was desperate.

I went home and Leah's dad called me. Then Leah's oldest sister called me--the two of them convinced me to not take the security job. Instead--I went to work for Leah's old man, at his pallet business.

I've avoided this, since I don't like the idea of mixing family and jobs. BUT times are tough, and I gotta start looking out for what's best (as opposed to ideal) for me and Leah. So I took the job. He's paying me $2 an hour more than the other place would. That's good. The bad is: the place is crazy/poorly run, dirty (we have no working bathroom--only porta-johns), his employees are drug addicts/thieves, and the person who is supposed to be training me thinks (correctly) that once I know her job she's going to be canned.

Welcome to the jungle, we got fun 'n games.

What the hell is my job? Well right now I'm an "Assistant Office Manager," but the goal (David's goal, not mine) is to become THE Office Manager. I do a little of everything. This week I: worked on purchasing, ran deposits to the bank, printed checks to pay for EVERYTHING imaginable, brought his place closer to OSHA standards by buying those wage-sign thingys, I filled a Pepsi vending machine, made copies, answered the phones, faxed invoices, negotiated a handful of sales, looked up driving directions for some of his drivers, tried to make sense of his accounting practices, swept the floors, took out the trash, located a missing tractor trailer (yes, it IS possible to lose one of those), and found out that when you get pinched by the fuzz and you go to county jail--they only give you two baloney sandwiches a day (you get water when they take you out to piss).

In short, I do a lot up there--I wear a lot of hats. Which is good, because I'm hoping to make myself more marketable (yes, I need money, but what I really need is experiance and that's more valuable).

Anyway, that's what I've been doing. I'm tired...I'm gonna go sit down.


Becky said...

Good luck. That place scares me. Bianca tried to be a guard there and she found a Meth Shop last time. I'm hoping things have improved.

Jason said...

WOW. Hadn't heard about that...but honestly, I believe it. I really would prefer working in a better place...but my options are limited. Brenda told me the experience she got working for her Dad helped her get the (fantastic) job she has now.

I need non-security experience, and it's giving me that. It'll look good on a resume--just as long as they don't go down there and see what it's all about.

Terri said...

It's great to read your blog again.

Were you at your sister's graduation? I looked for you in the crowd.

Jason said...

Yeah, I was there--and I saw you (sorry I didn't say "hi," you going one way and I was trapped--and I was babysitting my baby sister and my grandpa).

I couldn't believe that speech--Spice Girls? You gotta be kidding made me glad that I skipped my graduation.