Temporary Work

Having recently lost my job, I have found myself placed in temporary work for the first time in my life. This is okay. The money is okay. The work is okay. It's all okay.

But having experienced this now for two weeks, you don't feel as secure as you would do in a normal long term role. Which is quite ironic, having just been made redundant from one! You get that feeling like it could all come to an end anytime soon and you'll be out on your arse looking for another job, like the poor soul you are.

So having felt these unfamiliar and somewhat unsettling thoughts, I can't help but liken it to the employment equivalent of a one night stand.

Yes, a steady job is the much better option, with much better long term benefits. But the quick fix, temporary sessions can add that little bit of experience to your CV. Sometimes it is experience you may not get in a long term period of employment. You may be asked to do the stuff they wouldn't ask their permanent staff, or even stuff they are tired of doing theirselves.

Then there is the part where you wonder where this fast and furious fun will lead you in the near future. Will you have impressed enough to earn yourself that little bit longer, or will it be a case of "I'm not looking for someone to fill that gap in a permanent position."

But that being said, there is always the possibility of that special scenario where someone spots the qualities and characteristics that they feel they could put up with for a couple of years. Until someone else with an 'extensive resume' comes along that is.

Jobs

Now this blog was born from the keen urge to do sod all and sit on the toilet. And play Tetris. The most miraculous thinking place for any good writer. But the problem was, this was during work hours. And natural needs are to be thrown out of the window. Or you'll be sacked.

And this had me thinking of the perfect type of job. There's the jobs which are rewarding like building houses for the homeless or volunteering for a charity of some sort. You go home with a sense of pride, only to find there's no bread. Then there's the very highly paid jobs such as a film star or a football player. You go home on top of the world because everyone knows who you are, only to find there's too much bread. And I'm not questioning the fact that football players earn more in a month than Gordon Brown earns in a year. The skills some of those lads possess are phenomenal. You try shooting snot out of your nose without getting any on your shirt!

But then there's the more realistic jobs. The jobs that I, and possibly you, have to have. It's the run of the mill jobs. I currently work in a call centre on customer service for a fairly well known company. And I get by, plodding along all day answering the phone and writing notes. Then answering the phone. Then writing notes. Continue until bored.

And I've done a fair few different jobs. I've worked in a pub. Which basically means you're getting paid a shit wage to put on weight, get pissed and work unsociable hours. No thanks. I've also been a Youth Worker. Which was well paid and rewarding at the same time. But it posed the same problem as every job, form of education and civic duty rolled into one. When you go for a shit, people ask where you are.

And how long you've been there. Now I'm not sure how high up people place going for a number two, but I can assure you that I'm not alone in my love of the sacred dump. Many many people indulge in the epiphany shite. I've even got my favourite toilet in work! Third one along. It's got a smoke alarm above it too so no risk of second hand smoke!

So the perfect job is apparent. It's not the one that makes you feel fuzziest. It's not the one that pays the most. It's the one that doesn't time you when you go for a shite!