Working Temp Jobs

I will always vouch for working temp jobs because my own temp experience helped me out tremendously. In fact, I wouldn’t have the job that I have right now if I hadn’t tried something different and started working temp jobs.

I felt like I could jump start a career by working temp jobs

A couple of months before I graduated from college, I started working temp jobs. I chose this route as opposed to working in the mall or in a restaurant because I felt like I could jump start a career by working temp in various offices quicker than I could while working in retail or the food industry.

Find a staffing agency

The best way to go about getting temp jobs is to be hired by a temp/staffing agency. That agency makes money off of you getting jobs so they will try to keep you working consistently. I was getting job assignments back to back, sometimes before the current assignment I was on even ended. It’s much easier to get your foot in the door and keep the money coming in when you have a good agency backing you and finding the jobs for you. The catch is that you need a build-able and marketable resume for the industry that you’re trying to get into. Continue reading

Milestones: My First Sick Day

I pride myself on being one of the only people I know who hardly ever gets sick. In fact, I haven’t been sick since October of 2013. And before that, Thanksgiving 2012. I usually take preventive measures to avoid getting sick because I just hate the feeling. If I’m around sick people, I take medicine before I feel any symptoms. I make sure my pores are closed before I go outside in the cold. Blah, blah, blah. Well I screwed up on my preventive measures and ended up with a common cold for the first time in over a year. I was barely able to push through the work day on Monday. And yesterday (Tuesday), I ended up having to go home early.

I haven’t felt this disappointed in myself in a long time. I live by the mantra “What Would Beyoncé Do?” and that typically allows me to pretend I’m superhuman at least until I make it home. But I knew I wouldn’t make it to 5pm without tossing my cookies, passing out or screwing something up. I still can’t shake the overwhelming sense of disappointment though. It probably doesn’t make sense to normal people who don’t really care for or like their jobs, but I’m still trying to make a career for myself so I feel like I’ve dropped the ball by allowing myself to get sick. This is probably just one of many sick days so I guess I’ll have to get used to this and learn that I can’t be disappointed in myself for being human.