Five o’clock came and went today, and no word from the temp agency. I figured I could look forward to maybe a Monday start date; looking over the SOW, the start date was October 17, and this kind of delay is not atypical.
Five thirty-four rolled around, and I got a phone call. The temp agency said the client wanted me to start tomorrow, if I could. I said that’d be fine, got the address, agreed I’d get them a void cheque tomorrow, all the little perfectly normal paperwork fusses that come along with this.
I’m ambivalent about it, and a bit unhappy to find myself so. I mean… employment! Employment is a good thing. I’m just worrying about whether it’ll be a good job, if I should have kept looking, whether or not they’ll realize I’m a horrible fraud and should never have set foot inside the building as soon as I actually need to start working…
All the little perfectly normal fusses that come along with this.
They’ve seen my resumé. It is a decent resumé; more, it is an honest resumé, and I suspect that matters more. I’m hoping thatit’ll all be fine and by this time Monday[1] my biggest problem with the job will be that it’s 20 minutes from downtown so I can’t meet people for lunch.
Just wish I’d had a little more notice, you know?
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[1] Not Friday. I probably won’t stop worrying that fast.