File This One As A Big Fat No  

, , , , , , , | Working | February 20, 2020

I was placed by a temporary agency at a cell phone provider. I was told, “They really need someone who is up on mail-merge for a very important project!” This agency normally placed at law firms, but hey, work is work, and I know that software, so I got the position.

I got there on Monday with no problem. The building was new, and the office was rather oppressively warm — “The AC is down! So sorry!” 

“Oh, the mail-merge project isn’t ready yet. Do you mind doing some filing while you wait?” Uh, sure. So, I spent Monday filing customer contracts.

Tuesday, same thing. Hot office and more filing. I was so sleepy from the heat, but that mail-merge was not ready yet.

Then, Wednesday. Then, Thursday. Thursday there was a fire alarm, we were ordered to stand in the open sun — this was July and it was 90-something outside — and I was about to just walk. So, when I got back into the office, I pointedly asked, “When is this project ready? I’m not into filing and it’s awfully hot in here. How about you call me when you’re ready, rather than spending so much money having me file?”

The project manager gulped and said, “Well, the first few people we got from your agency couldn’t spell, and filing is all we wanted them to do. We figured if we got someone who could do more technical projects, they’d do a better job filing!”

So, they were willing to spend twice the money for an educated individual who could spell? And they couldn’t even be honest with me about it? Yes, that’s right. 

I walked at that point. The oppressive heat in the building and the lying just got to me. They were stunned; they didn’t understand my problem with this.

I never worked for that agency again, although they called me for two weeks after.

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