|The revolving door spins again
||[May. 5th, 2017|04:17 am]
More life changes…
Just got informed, literally fifteen minutes before going home from work yesterday, and after everyone else in my bay except me had left for the day, that my temporary service contract ends as of the end of the day today. Not that I'm too surprised. The writing had been on the wall for the last few weeks that our positions would be eliminated soon, even though they never said anything. For the last month, we've been getting less than a dozen calls a day, and there's not a lot of point in paying us $13 an hour just to sit around on our butts and surf the Internet. We were told when we were hired in November that our contracts were only good through January or February, and having them extended all the way to May 5 is pretty much a win.
Still, it would have been nice to get a little more advance warning—but given how little communication we've really gotten from our supervisors over the last month or so, this is pretty much par for the course. I guess I should be grateful for any advance notification at all; my co-workers who all went home before I did will get an unpleasant surprise when they arrive at work tomorrow (save for the one who sits next to me and I'm Facebook friends with, who I messaged about it before leaving work). At least I know ahead of time to bring a box in tomorrow to clean out my desk.
But I can't really blame them for it. As temporary workers, we were sort of fifth wheels once the main reason we were brought on—the beginning-of-year surge in calls from new subscribers—was over. I'm grateful they found another position to shift us to for a couple more months; that was nice of them. It's been a great place to work, all in all. But they didn't really seem to know what to do with us. I've barely even met my supervisor in person, since the trainer who was our supervisor for the first few months went back to where she worked elsewhere in the building. I guess we were out of sight and out of mind.
I'm not looking forward to the bureaucratic process of applying for unemployment and food stamps and letting the healthcare.gov people know I'm out of work so they can give me a bigger tax credit on my health insurance. I should have done that last time I lost work, instead of just stopping paying for the insurance because I couldn't afford it anymore, and I'd have ended up owing a lot less in Obamacare tax penalties this year. :P
On the bright side, I've been applying like crazy for permanent positions at the same employer, and I interviewed for one of them a couple of days ago and my supe instant messaged me as she sent the end-of-contract notification emails that I really impressed them at the interview. I should expect to hear back from them "in the next week or so." Fingers crossed that it's soon, and that if they want to hire me the position starts soon, since I'll be out of work until then.