It Really IS Only Life. After All.
Well, if the both of you that remembered to check-in for the last update around mid-month, you saw what was going on and that I had a pretty good bead on a 6 month contract. And I did.
And I took it.
Good times–the first day started out pretty good, seemed I was doing all right, well-regarded without even really being known, toting around my own laptop instead of having a company one, but still, fitting in and making some progress.
Then, at lunch, I mentioned my 6 month contract, and the person I was having lunch with mentioned that the contract for the entire company wasn’t that long.
F me.
I shot off an email really quickly asking for an update and I received a telephone call whilst in the middle of a pretty important meeting.
We’re sorry, Russ, your contract is only 6 WEEKS. We’re not sure where you got this information.
Whoa.
Except that I forwarded the exact email with the information. And I kept my burning, seething rage under control as I explained that this really put some undue stress upon my family–I had just turned down an interview the previous week for a full time, permanent position that would enable me to do cool things like telecommute a couple of times a week, pay me fair, offer me good benefits, etc. all because I was under the reasonable assumption that I had a 6 month contract–because I HAD ASKED 300 F-ING TIMES.
Nice.
Quality.
Lies.
So, in essence, what we’ve learned is that by being honest, straight-forward and having integrity, you get stabbed in the back and lied to, but if you’re smart enough to get that “Quit without giving 2 weeks notice and we’ll fine you $3000″ clause removed, you suddenly hold all the cards.
For about 4.5 more weeks.
Sigh.
I’ve assured everyone that I will do my job–but that I cannot commit to being available 100% full time M-F during business hours because if an interview arises, I’m going to it, and it’s not up for debate or negotiable.
Mighty ballsy of me. Borderline arrogant, if the situation wasn’t as it is.
To be fair, the company that I am sub-contracting through is being cool–they’ve been trying to bring me in for a full-time interview, but it seems to me that 90% of their employees travel 90% of the time, and I do not want to do that. I kind of dig my family, dig my home, dig my neighborhood–and that’s the rub, right? I mean, if I love all that stuff so much, I really shouldn’t be the type of person who sits back and tries to be picky–but at the same time, how do I go off and leave for weeks at a time and leave all the family responsiblity on my wife? I just don’t think I want to do that, don’t think I should do that–eh, I just don’t want to do and that’s that. Not much of an option–and hopefully there’s enough time to make sure that’s an option I do not have to consider. If I play my cards right, do my job well (which I do believe I am doing very well at this point), then there’s a chance I could also get hired by the company we’re doing the work for.
But, who really knows?
Makes life interesting.
I’d settle for boring so I could really just focus on finishing the basement (which now has all the walls done, 75% of the conduit run, all the plumbing done and is almost ready for drywall).
Giddy up.