My mother requested I write this.
After both a delay in starting the process and similar length delay in results I have started doing Temp work. After a month on one agency's roster, I got called in on a warehouse gig on short notice, after a couple weeks of moderately steady work I have a few more thoughts on the subject. It was suggested that I should write about how different this work is, from what I had done, the striking thing has been how different it is not.
|Early Train to Richmond.|
In the coarse of three weeks I have worked for, a clothing distribution warehouse, a garden centre, a restaurant supply warehouse, a large scale shipping centre, and the aquarium. Four of the five followed the pattern of take boxes out of trucks stack on the correct pallet, repeat. The aquarium gig was a job of making sure things were not sticky. These jobs are united in their need for the people doing them to have the same basic qualities, bipedalism, arms, and semiliteracy. Clearly I am bringing enough of those to the table because more than one place has asked for me back, even if I have only had repeat gigs at one place. In doing these things I rediscovered the things I learned when I was not looking.
Years ago during another period of unemployment, in the gap years when I fell out of university I did a day job in a garage door facility. It involved you guessed it moving things from one pile to another. This was before I had worked in a kitchen, and years before I would work in the field, back then I had hardly worked before. On that job it was hard for me to stay out of harms way, let alone be productive. Now things are different, I am not 20 any more.
Its sneaky, you spend years working in out of the way places doing jobs that demand specialized knowledge and occasionally helicopters, and while you may be planing to learn about the rock of the area, the helicopter is ready to teach you a few things too. I have forgotten too much about rocks but much of what I learned around helicopters, drills, and other big moving bits of metal has stuck with me. The intangible skill of situational awareness, it was learned, when I doing other things. Scraps of bush craft, the skill of pacing yourself, listening for the machines you want to avoid, these are the the things I learned when I was out. So now I find myself in warehouses, a setting I have never worked in before and while I may not know how any one place works, I have a solid idea of what to watch for.
A few other notes. I never got the rhythm of office work. The environment was new to me, I have still to learn what to watch for. The current batch of labour jobs are delightful because they don't follow me home. Between the jobs and the pool I am slowly getting back into shape. I am enjoying the access to feed back that working with the agency is providing. It is prompt and clear. As an alternative to wondering and assuming the worst it is a grand improvement over several jobs I have held.
As it stands for a mix of reasons I would be unlikely to take, or apply for a full time work with any of the places I have contracted with. The best reason I will give here is I hope to try more things out before settling. It is also worth noting that upon closer retrospection not every one I have worked with was particularly nice, and I could find a crew I mesh better with. Lastly I am not yet of the habit of making the best use of my down time.
I really should be writing in the mornings. There is a window between 7am and 10am when I am up, and the agency is unlikely to call me. Currently this time has been wasted. It has taken two weeks to get this entry started and it feels incomplete. But I have been working, and with that gaining some new vision. If nothing else I will need to bring in some new money, I am almost finished breaking the vertical blinds in the living room and want to get a budget drape for a replacement.
|A sunny friday afternoon.|