A Lawyer's Cautionary Tale, Continued.
Earlier this morning a guy came over to my desk and said, "Hey Heather, sorry, but can I get under your desk to check the phone jack real quick." "Oh, uh, sure." He checked the jack and left.
An hour later, he came by with reams of new office supplies and covered the median table between me and my cube-mate with them. I didn't think anything of it.
A few minutes ago, a tech came by and asked if I could scoot over so he could put this new phone in. At first I just watched him, until I realized all the numbers on the phone were different, and then I asked what exactly he was doing, because I sort of need access to those lines. That was when the first guy (phone jack/office supply guy) walked up and both of them kind of looked at me like, "What do you mean, 'what are we doing?'" Right then, another lady from down the hall walked up and said hesitantly, "This is Brandon, they hired him last week to fill your position....oh my god, no one told you?"
Um, no. No one told me. But they did make sure, last week, that I knew we had this Monday off, so I sort of expected that to mean I'd be around next week. So, now I'm sitting in Brandon's old office, trying to get ahold of my boss and my staffing agency. The woman who told me about Brandon is the head of the division where he came from, and she keeps telling me how embarrassed she is for the company, to have not told me what's going on (like, even if I'm a temp, it's nice to have notice more than 3 hours before I'm going to be unemployed again, when they know I've been cut), and she said she would talk to my staffing agency about having me in next week to help her out. That way I could have a full week to find another position, which is quite nice of her.
So, here I am again. Blowing in the wind. Eating Ramen. A couple hundred dollars from homeless. It's fucking awesome.