Passed Over before Passover
If the title sounds familiar, it's because I borrowed it from my Wednesday, December 08, 2004 post, "Passed Over on Chanukah (Oy, Chanukah)."
Here we go again.
I've been temping. for the same organization on and off since late 2001. But, instead of hiring me to replace the assistant whose position I've been filling for several months, who is, apparently, not returning from maternity leave, they're bringing in a different temp. to fill that position and reassigning me to work on a special project for a different boss. This is the second time that *this* boss has passed me over for a permanent, full-time position. (Another boss, as I mentioned in my December post, has passed me over *three* times.) They seem bound and determined never to give me a full-time permanent job. Or even a part-time permanent job. I have no office, no boss, no desk, no computer, no work friends (except S___) to call my own.
I'm the office orphan.
I'm like the neighborhood stray. Everyone puts out food, but nobody wants to adopt. Good enough to feed, but not good enough to be taken into anyone's home.
So why do I keep hoping that these people will finally come to their senses and hire me permanently? Well, as Galen the Technomage (from the short-lived Babylon 5 sequel Crusade) so eloquently put it, "There's always hope. It's the one thing they haven't figured out how to kill yet."
Here we go again.
I've been temping. for the same organization on and off since late 2001. But, instead of hiring me to replace the assistant whose position I've been filling for several months, who is, apparently, not returning from maternity leave, they're bringing in a different temp. to fill that position and reassigning me to work on a special project for a different boss. This is the second time that *this* boss has passed me over for a permanent, full-time position. (Another boss, as I mentioned in my December post, has passed me over *three* times.) They seem bound and determined never to give me a full-time permanent job. Or even a part-time permanent job. I have no office, no boss, no desk, no computer, no work friends (except S___) to call my own.
I'm the office orphan.
I'm like the neighborhood stray. Everyone puts out food, but nobody wants to adopt. Good enough to feed, but not good enough to be taken into anyone's home.
So why do I keep hoping that these people will finally come to their senses and hire me permanently? Well, as Galen the Technomage (from the short-lived Babylon 5 sequel Crusade) so eloquently put it, "There's always hope. It's the one thing they haven't figured out how to kill yet."
posted by Shira Salamone at 10:55 PM
2 Comments:
This is my first time here. I just discovered you via Barefoot Jewess. It looks like we have some things in common. I take my Judaism more literally than you do, but I attend a Conservative synagogue, so there's something we have in common, and I also temp! My problem is usually that they want me to become permanent and I don't want to be, so I guess it's kind of the opposite of your problem, but it's something!
I honestly don't know if the synagogue I attend qualifies as liberal conservative or conservative conservative. Some women wear a Tallit but most don't. I wear one. It helps set the mood. Plus, it's always so cold in there that I need it to keep me warm:) I'm really enjoying this place so far. I'll be back to read more.
Shabbat Shalom!
Thanks for the compliment, and welcome aboard.
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