A few days ago, M* came over to the building we were at and pulled all the Fruit project project together. She broke the news that we all were being pulled off the project and that they will try to find positions elsewhere giving priority to the hired in staff and then to the temps. (Two, including myself are hired employees. The rest, five of them, are not.)
I was a little irritated. I know that one the pick pack supervisors had submitted a list of names to the manager for that project to keep on. I was on it. Was I going to be stuck in a building doing pick pack? Oh fuck.
I was notified today to report back to my real supervisor at the Fruit project. When I reported, I got a packet for insurance. No biggie but they weren't done with me. I was led into the administration offices where I met with two ladies. I was given an impromptu interview about joining the admin team doing data entry for them. They asked me if I had done things like filing. (Ha!) I really wish they would have at least given me notice so that I could hand them a resume. I told them what I had done and they seemed genuinely surprised. If what they say is correct, I'll be starting next week and possibly only part time. By the end of the interview, I think that this might actually be a full transfer. So I'm excited. I only wished I remembered what that lady's name was. Ooops.
With the Fruit project being officially declared dead, I went to my cubicle to collect my things. Once it was all clear, I took a picture. It was fun and I'll miss it and I'll miss a lot of the people that I worked with.I believe I owe a huge amount of thanks to C who went to bat for me. Thank you, C.
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*No she is not Judi Dench.
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