Temping Escapade #9

When my counselor at the temp agency described the assignment, she made a point of saying, "It's working for a very difficult, very demanding boss." I said I could handle it.

After I accepted the week-long assignment, I suddenly thought, "Oh, no! It's at an accounting firm -- accounting means a lot of numbers. What if the job is data entry? Data entry for a demanding boss, ordering me, 'Hurry, hurry! Finish those invoices, finish those financial reports!'"

I called my counselor back, to ask further information about the job, but she wasn't at her desk, and I didn't leave a message. I called two additional times, neither of which time I reached her, and I didn't leave any messages. Later, I rethought the situation, and decided not to call again. (I didn't want the agency to think I was being too picky.) I decided to risk it -- I'd hope for the best I wouldn't end up in yet another dreaded data entry position.

When I showed up, I found out the job was NOT data entry, thankfully. I was to be the assistant to one of the four partners in the company. I met the "difficult" boss. He was quite cold and unfriendly, and yes -- he was rather demanding. He was "all business," with no time or patience for anything else. (For example, there wasn't even a hello in the morning.) To deal with this particular working situation, I put on my "serious, efficient front." I did exactly what he wanted, as quickly and precisely as possible. My efforts seemed to be acceptable, because he didn't express any gripes with me. Although I thought he was unfriendly, the woman across from me said, "He's being nice to you, compared to the other temps who've worked for him."

The woman who sat across from me during that week was good company -- we enjoyed chatting with each other throughout my stay. Midway into the week, she told me she was going to be out the following Monday, and the woman I was currently filling in for would be back, so she asked if I could come in on Monday, to fill in for her. I said sure. Lord have mercy, I should have quit while I was aheadÉ.

On Monday, I sat at the nice woman's desk, directly across from where I'd been sitting the previous week. I met the woman I had been replacing. From the get go, for one reason or another, she had it in for me. The minute I sat down, she started complaining. First, she was missing a paper, and blamed it on me: "What'd you do to all of my stuff? I can't find anything!" Following this complaint, I heard miscellaneous grunts and other annoyed sounds from her, all of which were directed toward me. Then, a few minutes later, she said, "What'd you do to my computer? All of my files are rearranged. Everything's messed up!" I guess she wasn't happy about having to come back to work after her vacation ended, and because of this, I became her dumping grounds. The day went from bad to worse...

#1: She handed me a huge stack of her filing to do, because she was lazy and could pawn it off on the temp.

#2: I was eating my lunch at my desk. She, too, ate lunch at her desk, but she finished before I did. Before she went out to run an errand, she gave the room a hefty spray of this disgusting canned air