Four Things
Okay, so I haven’t done a lot of memes lately. Back in the day, I used to do the Friday Five thing, but I couldn’t keep it up, and didn’t seem to run out of things of my own to say. But since I’ve been tagged by MotherReader — someone it would be unwise to refuse — I’ll give it a go.
For the sake of variety, I’ll try to avoid duplicating any of Pam’s entries (since we do have a bit of overlap), and I’ll also try to avoid current jobs, homes, etc., and stick with ones you wouldn’t know just by reading my profile.
Four jobs I’ve had
- Restaurant host
- Campus patrolman
- Newspaper graphics editor
- Receptionist
- Papillion, Nebraska
- Rome, New York
- Grand Forks, North Dakota (I still have chills)
- Easthampton, Massachusetts
- Jamaica
- Mount Rushmore
- Niagara Falls
- Los Angeles
- Dark Horizons
- Ain’t It Cool News (it’s a sick, sick, addiction)
- ChipTalk.net (I won that chip design contest, remember?)
- MotherReader (what, you thought I wouldn’t put that one in there?)
- Alaskan king crab
- Lobster
- Filet mignon
- Sushi
- Hollywood
- Las Vegas
- Monte Carlo
- On the Scotch whisky trail
4 Comments:
Okay, is it terrible that I would have loved to work with you when you were a receptionist? I mean, you are about as polite as a person can be, but your tolerance for stupid questions seems, well, somewhat limited. I can only imagine the amount of questionnable questions a receptionist gets each day!
The only reason I got the job was that I walked into a temp agency and the manager ran into the lobby before I said a word and asked if I could use Microsoft Word on the Mac — and if I could, I had the job. Someone hadn’t shown up that morning, and she needed a replacement — any replacement — ASAP.
A good thing, ’cause I never would have passed the typing test.
I obviously made a good impression, since the firm extended the job from a two-week deal (while their receptionist was on vacation) to a three-month one (since she was leaving the company shortly thereafter), and my Mac career was off and running.
Later on, the original temp agency manager actually tried to poach me when she moved to a different agency. She was sneaky about it — she never called me directly, and I had no overt indication that she was behind the new agency’s interest in me. So I just called the new agency back and, as an opener, asked for her by name. When she picked up the phone, the jig was up.
Another one for the chronicles of "Stupid Manager Tricks." You know my favorite experience with that---when a certain manager from our past called me the day before my wedding to see if I'd come back to the studio to temp, and her opening line was, "Kori, I heard your wedding was beautiful!" To which I said, "Really, you heard that? BECAUSE I'M GETTING MARRIED TOMORROW AT TEN A.M.!"
Of course, I'm not suprised you were poached---that was the smart part of this temp manager's plan, trying to hang on to good talent!
There! I finally picked up the baton!
http://www.geoffreylong.com/journal/2007/02/im_a_bad_friend.php
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