beginnings aren't my thing

[fearlesstemp]

In a bizarre turn of events, my temp agency was effective last week and found me a placement within two days of me calling to let them know that I was available and wanted to be put out there for jobs. My contact person at the agency woke me out of a dead sleep on Friday morning and told me about the job, which means that now I can barely recall anything about it other than where I'm supposed to be, when, and who I'm reporting to. My actual responsibilities and duties? A complete blank. I'm really afraid they expect me to know how to use Access. Because I do, in that way where I did one project in Access two years ago in college, where I created a lame database of Olympic winners. But in terms of real-life applications? Know nothing! So it should be interesting.

The assignment is with an Acronym Company, and when I went in and told my father I'd gotten the placement Friday morning, he announced, "No. You can't work there. No way. You can't."

Which was rather random, since Acronym Company is pretty generic and non-threatening. So I just said, "What?"

"You can't work there! There's no security, you have no idea who's walking around. It's not safe!"

"What are you talking about?" I asked again. I must remind you that I had just gotten out of bed so this was especially confusing.

"There's no security! It's not safe!"

At that point I just waved my hand at his craziness and wandered down the hall to call my mother to find out if my father had had a sudden mental breakdown the night before. While walking away, I heard him bellowing down the hallway, "Call them back and tell them you can't! Tell them your father says you can't work there!"

I must take a moment to comment on how totally awesome and employable I would look if I called up a temp agency and said I couldn't take an assignment because my Dad said no.

Anyway, I called my mother and told her about the placement at Acronym Company and my father's bizarre reaction. Before I could finish my rant, she interrupted with, "Jessica! She thinks you're working at the psychiatric facility! The one where the violent felon escaped last month and wandered around for five days before they noticed he was missing?"

And then it all made sense! The psychiatric facility (which is notoriously unsafe) is only one letter off from Acronym company. I put the phone down, marched down the hall, and said, "Dad! Not the psychiatric facility! [Acronym Company]!" I said, putting extra emphasis on the one letter that was different.

"Oh," my father said, drawing the word out. "Well, okay then! Good for you, honeybunch! Sorry about that."

The best part is how he thought Because He Says So is still a valid excuse for my choices in life, both to me and the rest of the world.

Anyway, so I start at Acronym Company tomorrow, bright and early at 8AM. Note how I'm online now. Not good planning! Also tomorrow is my first class. So there are two stressful new beginnings tomorrow!

You know what this means: Shopping! I went with my mother today and bought lots of stuff I probably don't need but bought anyway because I'm a good American consumer who believes that any new start in life has to come with a rejuvenated wardrobe. The most exciting purchases were my new cute black shoes, which I love even though part of me wonders if they look like old lady shoes. I choose to believe that even if they do like old lady shoes, I will be able to carry them off! Because, you know, I'm so funky and trendy. In that way where I'm the kind of person who takes her mother shopping with her because we have the same taste in clothes.

Anyway, I must go to sleep now. I'd normally read this entry over to make sure it makes sense, but I'm tired and have a busy day tomorrow, so Stream of Consciousness it is!

Comments

[moonwhip.livejournal.com]

Good luck with the Acronym Job! I'm sure you'll be fabulous and wow them with your super-funky shoes. :)

[pink-aster.livejournal.com]

I once bought a pair of cute black shoes, and thought they were the best, until my mom pointed out that they looked like "witch's shoes." Probably an old witch's shoes.