$#*!@%!!! unemployed AGAIN!!!

What the hell am I, chopped liver?! If I were, at least I'd have a
future as cat food.

Roswell park let me and the other temp go--this on the heels of our
immediate boss having said they were hiring one other person in there
for an open position of data entry clerk. Of course I'd jumped on this
right off, sent Boss my resume, and said nothing until after she had
dropped the bomb. When I asked if it were too premature to inquire of
the status of my application, she apologized and said she could not
justify hiring a new clerk presently; further, that she did want to
call me back when things picked up. This may also only be so because
it is frankly a pain in the tuchas to train a person on their very
complex system when I or the other girl can just jump on it. But the
other girl is pregnant and who knows if she can be available down the
road?

Now in fairness to Boss, the economic unpleasantness has been unkind
to the hospital. No longer a state facility, it depends on charitable
gifts to keep the research and treatments going. A more recent mail
campaign was wounded sorely when it came to light that some poor
schmuck at the hospital had bought and paid for a colossal mailing
list consisting of...the dearly departed. Not recently departed
either. Their stay in the Happy Place Where Cancer Doesn't Exist has
been going on between five and seven years now. This was just a PR
nightmare. Fewer of the living recipients responded to this campaign
than had been projected. So, no more work available.

I don't even know if I can go back on unemployment benefits, as this
was a contract job. The claim in New York is three years in duration,
but who the hell knows what the rules are in this instance?

I have already had an agency tell me they don't want me unless I do
call-center work, that miasma of evil that came close to ruining both
my sanity and my marriage. Louie and several friends think I should be
up front and tell these people that my medical professional does not
believe that such an environment is good for my health. Yeah, good
luck with that--who'll believe it?

Boy, do I need job purrs now! What a crappy time to get sacked.

Blessed be,
Baha

I am sorry to hear that. Many purrs for you.

I lost my job in September when my boss abruptly retired and closed
her business. I am now working three low-wage jobs to make ends meet.

--Fil



Boy, do I need job purrs now! What a crappy time to get sacked.

Blessed be,
Baha

On Nov 2, 1:52*pm, Enfilade wrote:
I am sorry to hear that. *Many purrs for you.

I lost my job in September when my boss abruptly retired and closed
her business. *I am now working three low-wage jobs to make ends meet.


Then job purrs for you, from my little ones! I did think about taking
a couple of small things; I suppose I can take my pick of mall jobs
for the holidays if things really start to suck. Better than nothing I
guess. I just feel sometimes like the recruiters take one look at my
last name and immediately assume I desire a phone bank job. (There are
only two customer service people existing in this world. They work for
every bank and credit card company in existence, as well as many
satellite providers and communications services. Their names are
Michael and Rachel, and they both live and work in Mumbai.)

Stosh is here purring away and being such a handsome and attentive
gent that it will be hard to go back to work!

Blessed be,
Baha

BfloPolska wrote:
snip
Boy, do I need job purrs now! What a crappy time to get sacked.

Blessed be,
Baha

Job purrs on the way. :-(
--
Adrian (Owned by Snoopy, Bagheera & Shadow)
Cats leave pawprints on your heart
http://community.webshots.com/user/clowderuk

On Nov 2, 12:50*pm, BfloPolska wrote:
What the hell am I, chopped liver?! If I were, at least I'd have a
future as cat food.

Roswell park let me and the other temp go--this on the heels of our
immediate boss having said they were hiring one other person in there
for an open position of data entry clerk. Of course I'd jumped on this
right off, sent Boss my resume, and said nothing until after she had
dropped the bomb. When I asked if it were too premature to inquire of
the status of my application, she apologized and said she could not
justify hiring a new clerk presently; further, that she did want to
call me back when things picked up. This may also only be so because
it is frankly a pain in the tuchas to train a person on their very
complex system when I or the other girl can just jump on it. But the
other girl is pregnant and who knows if she can be available down the
road?

Now in fairness to Boss, the economic unpleasantness has been unkind
to the hospital. No longer a state facility, it depends on charitable
gifts to keep the research and treatments going. A more recent mail
campaign was wounded sorely when it came to light that some poor
schmuck at the hospital had bought and paid for a colossal mailing
list consisting of...the dearly departed. Not recently departed
either. Their stay in the Happy Place Where Cancer Doesn't Exist has
been going on between five and seven years now. This was just a PR
nightmare. Fewer of the living recipients responded to this campaign
than had been projected. So, no more work available.

I don't even know if I can go back on unemployment benefits, as this
was a contract job. The claim in New York is three years in duration,
but who the hell knows what the rules are in this instance?

I have already had an agency tell me they don't want me unless I do
call-center work, that miasma of evil that came close to ruining both
my sanity and my marriage. Louie and several friends think I should be
up front and tell these people that my medical professional does not
believe that such an environment is good for my health. Yeah, good
luck with that--who'll believe it?

Boy, do I need job purrs now! What a crappy time to get sacked.

Blessed be,
Baha

Purrs for you to find another job soon.
Having previously lost my job twice in a year, I know how you feel.

Winnie.

Just a note...if you want a job at the mall for the holidays, get your
resumes out right now.

One of my three jobs is that sort of seasonal thing, and I was hired
on October 25 for it, and had had three interviews elsewhere for
similar jobs before that time.

I am still looking for a career-type job like my last one, but in the
meantime, this will get me through the holidays.

I'm now very glad I kept my night job. People asked me why I still
did the night shift once per week when I had a day job. At the time,
it was my entertainment money. Now it buys my groceries.

--Fil



Purrs for you to find another job soon.
Having previously lost my job twice in a year, I know how you feel.

Winnie.

BfloPolska wrote:


Boy, do I need job purrs now! What a crappy time to get sacked.

Blessed be,
Baha

Purrs and job purrs out for you and everyone else who wants/needs them.
Mike could use them as well. I'm trying to convince him to get an
accounting or bookkeeping degree as he loves to play with numbers and he
can earn his keep as he pursues his Phud in Astronomy.

Pam S.

On Mon, 2 Nov 2009 09:50:25 -0800 (PST), BfloPolska
wrote:

What the hell am I, chopped liver?! If I were, at least I'd have a
future as cat food.

Roswell park let me and the other temp go--this on the heels of our
immediate boss having said they were hiring one other person in there
for an open position of data entry clerk. Of course I'd jumped on this
right off, sent Boss my resume, and said nothing until after she had
dropped the bomb. When I asked if it were too premature to inquire of
the status of my application, she apologized and said she could not
justify hiring a new clerk presently; further, that she did want to
call me back when things picked up. This may also only be so because
it is frankly a pain in the tuchas to train a person on their very
complex system when I or the other girl can just jump on it. But the
other girl is pregnant and who knows if she can be available down the
road?

Now in fairness to Boss, the economic unpleasantness has been unkind
to the hospital. No longer a state facility, it depends on charitable
gifts to keep the research and treatments going. A more recent mail
campaign was wounded sorely when it came to light that some poor
schmuck at the hospital had bought and paid for a colossal mailing
list consisting of...the dearly departed. Not recently departed
either. Their stay in the Happy Place Where Cancer Doesn't Exist has
been going on between five and seven years now. This was just a PR
nightmare. Fewer of the living recipients responded to this campaign
than had been projected. So, no more work available.

I don't even know if I can go back on unemployment benefits, as this
was a contract job. The claim in New York is three years in duration,
but who the hell knows what the rules are in this instance?

I have already had an agency tell me they don't want me unless I do
call-center work, that miasma of evil that came close to ruining both
my sanity and my marriage. Louie and several friends think I should be
up front and tell these people that my medical professional does not
believe that such an environment is good for my health. Yeah, good
luck with that--who'll believe it?

Boy, do I need job purrs now! What a crappy time to get sacked.

Blessed be,
Baha

Well, I certainly know how you feel: I was laid off in July, and I don't
have any prospects, so far.

Times are tough everywhere; I'm just glad I don't live in Detroit

While the lying politicians (is that an oxymoron?) try to convince us
the economy is getting 'better', I continue to hear of the large numbers
of people, just like you and me, being laid off.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ ^..^

"Life without cats would be only marginally worth living."
-TC, and the unmercifully, relentlessly, sweet calico kitty, Kenzie.

Every day is a treasure with Kenzie; I try to treat them that way. There
will only be so many, and then there will never, ever, be any more.

How you behave towards cats here below determines your status in Heaven.
- Robert Heinlein



Sending 're employment' purrs.

Job purrs lovingly sent your way. You do NOT deserve all this crap.
I'm so sorry you're going thru all this.
Kyla

"BfloPolska"
What the hell am I, chopped liver?! If I were, at least I'd have a
future as cat food.

Roswell park let me and the other temp go--this on the heels of our
immediate boss having said they were hiring one other person in there
for an open position of data entry clerk. Of course I'd jumped on this
right off, sent Boss my resume, and said nothing until after she had
dropped the bomb. When I asked if it were too premature to inquire of
the status of my application, she apologized and said she could not
justify hiring a new clerk presently; further, that she did want to
call me back when things picked up. This may also only be so because
it is frankly a pain in the tuchas to train a person on their very
complex system when I or the other girl can just jump on it. But the
other girl is pregnant and who knows if she can be available down the
road?

Now in fairness to Boss, the economic unpleasantness has been unkind
to the hospital. No longer a state facility, it depends on charitable
gifts to keep the research and treatments going. A more recent mail
campaign was wounded sorely when it came to light that some poor
schmuck at the hospital had bought and paid for a colossal mailing
list consisting of...the dearly departed. Not recently departed
either. Their stay in the Happy Place Where Cancer Doesn't Exist has
been going on between five and seven years now. This was just a PR
nightmare. Fewer of the living recipients responded to this campaign
than had been projected. So, no more work available.

I don't even know if I can go back on unemployment benefits, as this
was a contract job. The claim in New York is three years in duration,
but who the hell knows what the rules are in this instance?

I have already had an agency tell me they don't want me unless I do
call-center work, that miasma of evil that came close to ruining both
my sanity and my marriage. Louie and several friends think I should be
up front and tell these people that my medical professional does not
believe that such an environment is good for my health. Yeah, good
luck with that--who'll believe it?

Boy, do I need job purrs now! What a crappy time to get sacked.

Blessed be,
Baha

Purrs to you too Fil. This economy sucks and I wish you the best.
I'm disabled, can't work, and still can't get health insurance.
Kyla


"Enfilade"
I am sorry to hear that. Many purrs for you.

I lost my job in September when my boss abruptly retired and closed
her business. I am now working three low-wage jobs to make ends meet.

--Fil



Boy, do I need job purrs now! What a crappy time to get sacked.

Blessed be,
Baha