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I got to Port Washington in good time (having caught the train before the one I was aiming for), met the head of the proofreading department, Karen (who also supervises many of the other production people), and got an introduction to the work. It turns out that I'm not filling in for someone on maternity leave: the temp agency was confused because the boss is going on maternity leave, and had separately managed to convince whoever decides such things that she needs more staff.
After describing things generally, she apologized for the lack of an available desk--I'm working at a table, part of which is in use for other purposes--and took me to meet the actual proofreaders, who started showing me different kinds of mail the company sends out, and what to look for.
As usual in such situations, they were looking over my work; I was told to expect a call from my agency sometime this evening or weekend, to let me know whether they wanted me back. Around 3:30, Marvin, one of the senior proofreaders (the one who is authorized to sign my timesheets when the boss isn't there--she left early today, and her baby is due in a week, so we may not be seeing her for a while) asked me if I was available to work next week. I said yes, and we discussed scheduling (mostly in terms of which train the company's van meets in the morning), and he told me that I'd be getting a call from the agency confirming that. When I called![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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The position is likely to run for about three months, Karen says. From there, we'll see: this is a place that does offer permanent jobs to temps; at least one of the current full-time proofreaders started out by temping. Realistically, if they offered and I accepted, we'd be looking to move to Queens, which is all very well but I like Inwood.
The company has a lunchroom, but not a cafeteria: we're encouraged to bring lunch, but if not (I hadn't, today) a ten- or fifteen-minute walk takes me to a shopping center with, among other things, a huge supermarket and a Cantonese restaurant. So I had supermarket-made tuna-and-cucumber sushi (made to order), with a banana and a chocolate croissant for dessert. The lunchroom supplies free tea (I'll be bringing my own teabags), coffee, and soda: I got through the afternoon on cola. There's something about the environment that I found disconcertingly soporific, and since the previous temp was fired for falling asleep on the job, I'm more concerned about this than I otherwise would be. (Not that I'm in the habit of falling asleep at work and getting away with it, but that this suggests that sleep is a greater risk there than at some offices.)
After describing things generally, she apologized for the lack of an available desk--I'm working at a table, part of which is in use for other purposes--and took me to meet the actual proofreaders, who started showing me different kinds of mail the company sends out, and what to look for.
As usual in such situations, they were looking over my work; I was told to expect a call from my agency sometime this evening or weekend, to let me know whether they wanted me back. Around 3:30, Marvin, one of the senior proofreaders (the one who is authorized to sign my timesheets when the boss isn't there--she left early today, and her baby is due in a week, so we may not be seeing her for a while) asked me if I was available to work next week. I said yes, and we discussed scheduling (mostly in terms of which train the company's van meets in the morning), and he told me that I'd be getting a call from the agency confirming that. When I called
cattitude at the end of the day with the news, he had just gotten that call.The position is likely to run for about three months, Karen says. From there, we'll see: this is a place that does offer permanent jobs to temps; at least one of the current full-time proofreaders started out by temping. Realistically, if they offered and I accepted, we'd be looking to move to Queens, which is all very well but I like Inwood.
The company has a lunchroom, but not a cafeteria: we're encouraged to bring lunch, but if not (I hadn't, today) a ten- or fifteen-minute walk takes me to a shopping center with, among other things, a huge supermarket and a Cantonese restaurant. So I had supermarket-made tuna-and-cucumber sushi (made to order), with a banana and a chocolate croissant for dessert. The lunchroom supplies free tea (I'll be bringing my own teabags), coffee, and soda: I got through the afternoon on cola. There's something about the environment that I found disconcertingly soporific, and since the previous temp was fired for falling asleep on the job, I'm more concerned about this than I otherwise would be. (Not that I'm in the habit of falling asleep at work and getting away with it, but that this suggests that sleep is a greater risk there than at some offices.)
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But as to the soporific atmosphere, shall we (
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yay, job!
odd, about the soporific effect. something outgassing, maybe? new carpet? too warm and dry?
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yay!
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