As humans, we are absolutely not programmed to deal with uncertainty. We have the capacity to handle both good and bad news. Not knowing is where we fall apart. If you’ve ever dealt with a seriously ill friend or family member, you’ll know what I’m talking about.
When I accepted my current job, I knew it was a seven month listing. I’m just over half way through the contract period. I ran into my boss this morning. He’s a pretty decent guy and works harder than any of us under him. English is also his second language. This means that sometimes his verb tenses are a little off (His misuse of American euphemisms is also comical). He mentioned something about an email this morning regarding my contractual period.
Now, I haven’t seen an email, so I’m wondering if the verb tense thing means that an email is forthcoming. He told me not to worry as he’s working to extend my contract. A couple of months ago, I applied for a full-time position that came open. He mentioned that if the requisition became available again that I may be rolled to full time status.
Corporations so often give you conflicting information. At the time I applied, I was told that as a contractor that I would have to wait until the end of my contractual period. This is for political/financial reasons. My pay comes from funding that has been allocated for the current fiscal year. To roll me prior to the end would mean a decrease in funding for the following fiscal year. When I applied for the full-time position, there were five requisitions open. Where they went, I can’t say.
As a temporary worker, I accept a certain amount of risk. How is this different from the people who work “full-time”? At the time BBPM decided I was unnecessary (but had me train internal replacements), I also saw several full-time BBPM people fired (laid off is a nice way of saying fired).
I could very well be done with my current job in September. Fortunately, I was able to sell my house and no longer have that responsibility. I can see the advantages of being unemployed in San Diego, at least for a few months.
I don’t regret leaving Boi-C (local enunciation). The job market there continues to decline. Staying would have only hurt me. I also never really liked the place. I think you have to be from Boise to really love it. The problem is its sheer isolation, which tends to breed narrow-mindedness and xenophobia. Salt Lake is the nearest major city and it’s five hours away.
It’s going to be interesting.