Meeting Miss Thang
My second interview at Sony was in the afternoon and I am pretty hesitant about this one. This is the second interview with the Product Development department and if you click here you can read about my first interview with the department and you'll understand why I am hesitant.
I go to that department and meet a woman whose name is just a few letters different from Diva, and it is all so appropriate. She tells me how fabulous it is to work there, and what I would be doing, and once again it is different that what I deduced from speaking with the manager. While she was pleasant enough and we bonded over both being virgos, she said a few things that seemed innocuous at the time that ultimately foreshadowed the hell I was about to enter.
She tells me that the managers we would both be supporting are really cool and do not micromanage. They are happy that the work gets done. The other thing she says is "that for reasons I will not go into now" this position with be working directly with her. What this translated to was that she would come in at 11am, do her school work, leave at five and expect me to do all her work. Yes I got this temp job.
I really thought it was going to be ok. I desperately needed the cash flow, September rent would be paid and I could catch up on some bills maybe rebuild my professional wardrobe.
It could not have been a bigger nightmare. I really did not mind the commute to Foster City as far as the drive, but this was when gas prices jumped 20 cents about every other day and for the first time broke the $3 mark. Cash flow remained a big problem because the agency that sent me there paid every two weeks instead of weekly which I had never heard of before or since. Making it worse, they also do the pay check with a week in arrears, and if you are not familiar with accounting all you really need to know is that I did not receive a paycheck for three weeks. I had never been so consumed with bitterness. My dear friend Micki assured me that as soon as I got a paycheck I would feel better. After three weeks, the first check had a marginal effect on my bitterness.
I go to that department and meet a woman whose name is just a few letters different from Diva, and it is all so appropriate. She tells me how fabulous it is to work there, and what I would be doing, and once again it is different that what I deduced from speaking with the manager. While she was pleasant enough and we bonded over both being virgos, she said a few things that seemed innocuous at the time that ultimately foreshadowed the hell I was about to enter.
She tells me that the managers we would both be supporting are really cool and do not micromanage. They are happy that the work gets done. The other thing she says is "that for reasons I will not go into now" this position with be working directly with her. What this translated to was that she would come in at 11am, do her school work, leave at five and expect me to do all her work. Yes I got this temp job.
I really thought it was going to be ok. I desperately needed the cash flow, September rent would be paid and I could catch up on some bills maybe rebuild my professional wardrobe.
It could not have been a bigger nightmare. I really did not mind the commute to Foster City as far as the drive, but this was when gas prices jumped 20 cents about every other day and for the first time broke the $3 mark. Cash flow remained a big problem because the agency that sent me there paid every two weeks instead of weekly which I had never heard of before or since. Making it worse, they also do the pay check with a week in arrears, and if you are not familiar with accounting all you really need to know is that I did not receive a paycheck for three weeks. I had never been so consumed with bitterness. My dear friend Micki assured me that as soon as I got a paycheck I would feel better. After three weeks, the first check had a marginal effect on my bitterness.
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