To enter data
I must admit, the rosy glow I had when I first arrived in San Francisco has been somewhat tarnished by the sheer impossibility of finding a job here. I must admit to most of the blame - I was aware that the Bay Area was one of the worst job markets in the country. If I’d known I would be competing with 40,000 out-of-work dotcommers for jobs as cashiers or temps, I might have reconsidered my decision. If the economy is a creaky ship, the Bay Area is the anchor causing all the drag.
Thus I find myself sequestered in a small cell in Oakland, entering data all day. This, I must admit, was not what I had in mind when I graduated from college. While I had no definite plans, “temp” was not one of my career goals. Sure, the pay is decent, but the boredom is physically painful. I suspect it’s shaving years off my life.
This particular data entry job seems to hold a number of negatives. First off, I work alone, with the exception of my boss, who’s busy in her own office all day. However, she is near enough to prevent goofing off. So I have no one to talk to. Until recently, I also had no Internet acess; while that has been rectified, I can still only use it when my boss leaves the office for a minute or two. Finally, the data entry itself requires just enough concentration to make it feel like work, even when I’m listening to music through headphones. The result is a 7-hour day that seems like at least three weeks. I find myself hoping beyond hope to get a job at a bookstore. Sure, it’s a pay cut, but it’s a steady job and you get to meet lots of people, including women.
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