Bye Bye Kyle!

So, today was my last day at the crazy organization I've been working for on and off for the past six weeks.

Of course, the boss doesn't know it yet.

In the end I completely wussed out. Lovely Steph, who I feel has been my advocate through all of this, basically told me to just go ahead and let the temp agency take care of it. I originally wanted to tell the supervisor, Kyle, but after hearing his double-talk again today, I thought, Fuck it, Fuck him, and get me the Fuck out of here!

So, come Monday, Kyle will have one less staff member, and I'm sure he'll break down in tears, because I've watched in disbelief as he has played the victim in the past couple weeks. As if the whole organization is crashing down around him and everyone's out to get him. Who knows, with his management skills, they probably are. Just last week he was telling the editor she had to start coming in at 8am (she normally comes in between 10 and 10:30 since her main job is to edit -- something that does not require a 9-5 presence). She resisted, and then I heard him whine in a loud and pathetic voice that startled me, "But I need helllllp!" Do you know what he needed "help" with? Answering the phones. I swear to god, each day when I was there and answering all phone calls from 9-5, I probably picked up the phone a total of a dozen times a day. Tops.

So now I need to move forward. I had the two interviews at the University. A week has gone by, and the "good" one that I was not-so-qualified for (despite the fact that they called ME in after seeing my resume in a temp pool) has already rejected me. What I have left is the guaranteed, low-level, short-term clerical job with what seems to be some very nice people. Then, yesterday I got ANOTHER call. Seems the university needs someone real soon for a very high administrative job for one of the highest-level officials in the school. (Yes, I am trying to be somewhat vague). It's a fantastic opportunity, one that pays much more than low-level clerical one, and it will probably last longer too.

But of course, there's a problem. The clerical job had to wait a week to interview me, then they had to wait another week while I waited for the "good" job to decide whether they wanted me or not. Now I know I'm free, NEED a job, and I don't want to make the clerical job wait any longer (I told them this coming Monday by the latest). But but but...what IF I could get that really high-level administrative job? What if...?

I know...bird in the hand...two in the bush. Fuck fuck fuckaroo!

This is my plan (Beau always laughs when I say that, which is quite often). I'm going to leave a voicemail message with the clerical job, tell them I haven't forgotten them, and will call them by the end of the day on Monday (like I kinda said anyway). That way, it will give me all day Monday to wait patiently for the high-level administrative job to come calling. I was told they were going to move fast, but they couldn't guarantee HOW fast.

*sigh*

Anyway, if I was going to have a problem, this is a good one to have.

Oooh, M*A*S*H is on! Time to go! You know me, party party party!

Oh, and I just put this picture in for the helluva it, cause I think it was so cool. Although it was taken in a city in New Zealand, the photo is just SO Montana that it just fits in so well here. Gore, New Zealand! The World Capital of Brown Trout Fishing! Woo!