Crispy, Crunchy Deadlines
Sorry it’s been so long, but you may recall that Profunksticated has been doing his thing in a temporary proposal-related job at a company in northern Virginia.
He knew it was time to post when Ms. Heartdrops dropped a query last week as to how the gig is going.
To answer, it’s going as well as can be. Turns out I’m not working for the guy I described in my earlier post as Indian (turns out he’s Ethiopian, but says most people mistake him for Indian), but I’m working for a cool-as-a-cucumber sister who seems thus far to have my back. I take on the tedious tasks that she or her assistant would normally perform, so they’re glad to have me around. I’m only too happy to do so.
Whenever I go to lunch, they kid me by asking “Are you coming back?” And I say of course I’m coming back. I was reminded that temps are notorious for leaving at mid-day if they find the work stressful, overwhelming or beneath them. They don’t have to worry about me jumping ship until I’m told I’m no longer needed. I’m not in a position to walk away from this good hourly rate.
It will get intense as this week advances, because the team I’m working on is trying to get a deliverable out by the weekend. That’s OK, I eat deadlines for breakfast. They’re great in icy-cold milk. Yum.
Peace.
