Day fifty-nine

Once again, I've begun writing while having lunch at work. Thankfully, I won't be working any overtime tonight. However, a bunch of us in shipping have to come in for additional training for a few hours tomorrow morning. I don't even know if the company is usually open on Saturdays, but if they aren't, that's probably why we're doing it tomorrow.

In the meantime, I discovered that my brother Joe had actually managed to find a job. It's a temporary job for an ice cream wholesaler, but at least he's gotten in the door somewhere. We've all been trying to light a fire under him to be more motivated in his job search. Actually, he's been fairly busy with job interviews recently.

Earlier this week, he went to train as part of an interview for a telemarketing job. They turned him down because they wanted a three-week commitment from him and wouldn't allow him to interview elsewhere. It sounds like they wanted him to start immediately and Joe wasn't sure about working there. I don't really blame him. Do a job search online and you will always find an abundance of telemarketing jobs. I would imagine it's a job with tremendous turnover; it must be hard when you spend most of your day trying to talk to people who really don't want to talk to you and aren't shy about it. When I was still looking for a job, I briefly thought about pursuing a telemarketing position. Truth be told, I would've made a poor telemarketer. I don't have great verbal skills, I'd likely be selling things you couldn't get me to buy, and I wouldn't want my pay to hinge on something as variable as sales.

My sister didn't go to work for the last couple of days and couldn't call in. The first day, she tried calling for three hours, and on one answered in any of the departments she called. She eventually had to go down in person just to let them know why she wasn't coming in. She found out that the company phone system was down and nobody could make any calls in or out. She thought she would be written up, but nothing came of it, due to circumstances beyond anyone's control. At the company where I work, if you fail to show up for two straight days and fail to call in, they will consider your position abandoned. If and when I leave the company, I hope it is on better terms than that.

Let's hope tomorrow goes a little better than today. Not that today has been bad, but that it's become very apparent that things in the digital printing room need to be streamlined badly. The last thing any of us need is to stop what we're doing to hunt for an order that was misplaced on someone else's watch.