Our Journey to Edmonton, Alberta
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Hello, it's me.
Long time, no hear......
Yes it's been a while, but I'm on a very good road right now.
So lets pick up where we left off, after the whole stupid temp company I accepted a role within a really good company as their "photocopy girl" It was a three day contract and a low sum of $$$'s but what the hell it's a job and something to do.....right?
Just been to the toilet now and just thought, "what a crap blog entry this is going to be". This all happened to me during the space of over a year. I can't help the fact that I was too busy to blog and I can tell you over .........what......... a few minites.
What a cop out that is.
So basically I've gone from photocopy girl to admin assistant to Document Control Assistant to hopefully Junior buyer of a very important and successful oil giaint of Alberta! to which may I add, I'm very proud to be a tcontractor of this project.
I feel that at my time of life, I'm very much acheiving my goals in life, everything I've ever wanted to be.
I seem to be getting things on a silver platter. To be honest, he sun is shinning out of my arse very brightly!!!!!!!
My outspoken attitute has finally found its right place at work. So what can I say, i'm happier than I've ever been in a work environment, I'm getting the $$$'s in pay and I feel that I really love the work i'm in.
I've had the chance to shine, and they have let me shine, everything about his company is great.
I've truely landed on my feet and I'm so happy and busy!!!!!!!
So lets wrap up, I got a three days contract which turned into neary a year.
I have some other good news coming and alson some better $$$'remember i'ml a "contractor/temp" at the moment.
Posted: 04:48, Saturday 3 March 2012
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Federal Skilled Worker Class, Category 2 - On-going Timeline - nearly completed
My husband is a Chartered Structural Engineer currently on a renewed One Year Work Permit
Sent completed forms off 21st May 2009
Forms Successfully delivered on 25th May 2009
Forms sent back due to incorrect payment meathod, by personal cheque on 23rd June 2009
Forms posted off again with Bankers Draft 24th June 2009
Forms Successfully delivered on 29th June 2009
E-mail reply from Centralized Intake Office 17th September 2009 telling us we can't apply for PR this way Silly me forgot to send in the LMO. Begging e-mail from me sent the same day saying that I was going to send the LMO asap and asked them not to send everything back.
Cheque for refund received 6th October 2009 but no forms, now I have to fill them all out again!!! Lucky I took copies of the last ones, hey.
Resent application 18th November 2009
Receieved the 120 day e-mail on 26th January 2010. Woo Hoo!
Collected all the information and posted it off to London, UK. In time for the 25th May 2010 deadline.
Received File Number from London 6th June 2010 by post
Medical requests received 12th May 2011 by post after we had sent an e-mail because our eight months were well and truely up. I think we helped to push them along, don't just wait!
Passports requested then sent off 6th July 2011
Shiny VISA's in our passports 5th August 2011
Just need to land and get the PR card
Posted: 05:02, Friday 5 August 2011
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The Joys of ESTA (ie American Paranoia gone too far)
Well hello............ yes I'm back again. I know I say it won't be too long and I promise I'll write more often but to be honest I don't think I can keep my promises any more. I'm just going to be honest with you and honesty is certainly the best policy in life............lets be honest......lol.
So whats Cassie been doing, well we've been on holiday to Las Vegas and that is its own blog entry, so hey here it is, the whole story about our fantastic holiday! We have been to Vegas before back in 2004 but this is Vegas and it changes a hell of a lot. My whole entry could really start at the airport, at the end of the day this is Cassie and if it didn't involve an ounce of "drama" there would be something wrong.
So we get to the airport with plenty of time, because as as a traveller I want to be there well before the check in desk even opens! We walk up to the desk and she checks the passport then asks us for the ESTA. Both Neil and I look at each other rather puzzeled, I look at the clerk and say "Sorry what's an ESTA" The only words I heard the poor girl come out with is "I'm sorry but you can't fly today without it!" Yes WTF very nearly came out of my mouth but it wasn't this persons fault. We had booked our holiday with Sell off Vacations, we went in one of there stores as both Neil and I hate booking 'important" things over the internet.
Lets just flash back to that moment for a second. It was one bright Saturday sunny day and we decided to go and enquire about booking a holiday in Las Vegas. We had gone to enquire at West Ed Mall on the Thursday but Sugar Daddy didn't have his credit card with him to book (don't worry I used the term Sugar Daddy for comedy effect, he doesn't acually play that role very well) So lets get right back to sell off Vacations where we are greated by I think a seven year old sales assistant.............. no sorry..........my mistake that was her daughter. So as you can imgaine the lady wasn't quite paying attention to our "British Accents" which should in theory set some sort of alarm bells that we would need a ESTA so lets give her another chance. So we are asking about hotels and I stress.............I mean totally stressed that I didn't want to be in a crappy hotel. She suggested Bally's, so not having Trip Advisor on hand or any other means I put my trust in this sales lady. We show her our passports when we book, erm yes we show her our passports. cough cough. No.......I don't think she has noticed the colour. The next part is just great she hands us a print out of our holiday details and the toner has nearly run out, some parts you can't even read. I should have known this holiday was going to be fun.
So fastforward........................have I got you. Great. So we are stood at the check in with the desk clerk telling us that it's ok there are machines that we can get these ESTA's from it can take a few mins or 72 hrs..... Hang on, what did she just say. SEVENTY TWO HOURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean that would mean we were not going to go anywhere. I nearly started crying.
If you're bored and want to know more about these ESTA's that set you back $15 here you go https://esta.cbp.dhs.gov/esta/
So, me at this point is panicing like a good Drama Queen, trying to punch my details in this stupid touch screen, will it or won't it let me travel today. If I give it a kick, will it work faster? Hey lady please don't walk away I need you to help me, which button do I press......oh crap 72hrs, as tears start falling down my face. My helpful lady pipes up and insists that I complain to Sell off Vacations as they should have informed us. At this moment in time I could have very easily have wrapped my hands around that sales persons neck (the sell off Vatation one). Neil presses enter on his and not moments after he gets his ESTA I press enter on mine and nope I have to bloody wait WTF. For the record, mister machine now waving my right hand at it! I don't do waiting at the best of times and to be honest now is not the greatest time to ask me to bleeping WAIT.
Every second drags, I think after 10 mins I get the all clear. As they feel sorry for us they give us the extra leg room seats which is great, right at the front and my 6 foot 7 husband is very happy. Now we are waiting to go throught security clearance. I get to the screen and there is this big fat mean guy staring at me. What are you going to America for? I kind of looked shocked......... for for a vacation I reply. How much have you got? erm $800 I think, yeah $800. Put your four left fingers on the panel in front of you. Now I don't know why.......I really don't know why but I put my god damn four Right fingers down........ yes I did. "YOUR LEFT FINGERS" he states firmly. I could have dropped a dump in my pants, he scared the crap out of me. then we moved to the thumb I swear if he asked me if I was English I would have replied I think so, he made me that nervous. So my holiday or vacation if you want to be Canadian about it, started with a bit of a bang.
The flight was fine, we got picked up at the airport and taken to the hotel and we walk through the doors. Immediately we get grab by this old lady, well you can't be impolite to the ederly can you. She says that the line up is far too long at check in right now and we should come speak to her about some free show tickets. Well we're in Vegas, this kind of thing that happens. We are shown a selection of shows and trips that we could have for "free" and yes I'm started to giggle..... no one ever gives things for free what's the catch. No catch she insists, all free. After a while I can't be bothered and want her to cut the crap and ask her to spit it out. She proceeds to tell us that all we need to do is watch a 120 min video and all is good. We get to say no and have our free tickets. I was getting bored and just gave my details along with Neils $40 for transport and walked off. We check in but don't get our room key, so we hand in our luggage to the bell hop and walk out the hotel having to come back again in a couple of hours for our trip out to see this presentation. I'm getting increasingly upset about this now, getting a really bad feeling it's making me sick. We get approached by another freak saying the same thing to us. He holds us up another half hour.......we are surposed to be on holiday and everyone wants to suck up our time on these presentations that yes if you haven't guessed already are timeshares. I nearly have to get rude with this idiot before he stops and gets the message.
We head back to the hotel and now I'm feeling terrible, there is something that's now saying DON'T DO IT. It's really overwelming that as i'm walking even closer to the lobby I feel so sick it's intense. Something is telling me not to do this, and I feel such an urge to listen. Now how the hell do I get out of it, as we are being frog marched to the mini bus. Come on Cassie think!
I look at Neil, "I don't want to do this" all have in my head right now is that this mini bus is going to pick us up and take us $40 worth of mileage away from town. They could do anything, who would report us missing we have no family in Canada, would our work collegues miss us...... oh god I feel sick again.
The man is talking to us, it's going in one ear and out of the other he was talking crap anyway so who the hell cares. A mini bus pulls up with other suckers on it, I don't want to be another sucker. I'm going to stand up. I walks up to one of the suckers and asks them what they had just had to endure. The guy didn't seem too bothered. He said that they start off nice and towards the end they are really mean. They treat you like crap and say you are cheap. I'm on holiday I thought........I'm not having someone bully me when I'm on MY holiday. I turns to the guy and tells him that I'm getting a bad feeling about it and I'm not going to go on his minibus. I hand in all my vouchers to the silly old woman with the most stupid job in America and we get our $40 back but to be honest I feel annoyed we got "roped" in so to speak. Thinking about it I should write and complain to Ballys, I thought it was a part of the hotel, the way it was first handled.
Moving on,I managed to win money probally over $100 but not too much over. There was a slot machine called the Godfather and he loved me.
Would I go back to Las Vegas, to be honest no. The whole place seems to smell of cigerette smoke even outside. It's really quite bad. It wasn't as good as what it was back in 2004 but I think that was before the celebrity scene got into full swing. Would I ever stay at Ballys again......No the place is horrible and noisy.
So here I wrap up my blog entry. There is more but I'm getting tired and I'm not as witty when I'm sleepy, so see you.
x o x o
Posted: 05:59, Wednesday 29 June 2011
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"A" Temping Company (Part One)
Lets talk more about the whole assignment I got in trouble for because at the end of the day what else do I have to do with my life right now, I have a big pile of ironing and some dirty dishes!
So I hopped onto an assignment it was a big assignment which needed 10 people for the day time and 10 people for the night time. Neil suggested that I use the bus rather than the car to get to and from work and that should be a blog entry in itself.
I used to have to get up early, get myself to the bus stop that would just get me there in the nick of time, so I would have to run down the road.
My first day on the job was laughable, what should I call the client.....................let me think. I'll call them Integrity. Why you ask, well this is one of Integrity's "core values" there big on that sort of stuff in Canada but to be honest I'm not sure if Integrity knew what it meant.
So I press the buzzer to get in, the receptionist was sooooo slow at actually approaching the door. I think in her past life she was a sloth. She never smiled, I thought maybe I needed to see her a few times. So I walk up to the counter and she asked to see my ID. I looked at her and turned white, what the hell did she mean ID! "A temping company" told me to wear blue or beige pants and steal toed shoes but nothing was said about an ID. Was I going to be made to go home? I was made to sit in a corner while I saw other temps come in and show their driving licences, my blood was boiling. Before I got this assignment I had to have a security check where was that? are you telling me there are lots of young ladies called Cassie from "A temping Company" trying to get into the building?
So I'm sat there while they are trying to get in touch with "A temping company" in order to get a copy of my passport. Jesus Christ I felt like I was in customs. After about 15 mins another temp from "A temping Company" came through the door she didn't have ID either because she had got there by bus. Sloth told her that she needed it if she wanted to work. I said "Come and join me, I wasn't told this either!" The woman was just as annoyed as me, probally either worse she was mouthing off louder than me. So this was the first impression of this assignment, totally disorganised and unprofessional, this was the tip of the iceberg. Now lets be honest here, of all the important things why didn't "A temping Company" tell me I needed ID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We might as well have been called the social misfits temping agency, the work ethic of these other temps I was working with was unbelieveable. Was I seriously being compared to these people. I found the majority of them to be quite odd, I tried to keep my mouth shut and just get used to them.
The first day was training day, we were taken to an upstairs lunch room and introduced to our supervisor now what can I call him that rounds him up nicely.................... lets call him Mr Scattered. He didn't have a projector so he was off for ages to find that then came back then he didn't have this then went away and came back this went on for an hour. Can you believe this, I was being paid to just sit there and do nothing. Some people like that sort of thing but i'm a worker, I come to work and get paid to work, I hate the fact when I haven't got anything. Can companies afford to loose and waste money like that and there was seven of us $98 down the drain on nothing. If you knew you had a load of temps starting wouldn't you get your crap together and have everything you needed to conduct a meeting? Is that not just common sense.......................... I often wonder about people I really do.
So when Mr Scatter got his act together there was a whole presentation on Integrity as a company and how to do the job. We went from one room to the other Mr Scatter kept forgetting to bring things to be honest I was having to control my giggles, I was kinding it embarressing and laughable. What a company Intgrity was turning out to be.
During all these meeting I noticed one of the misfits seemed to be falling asleep, i'll call her McSleep. apparently she used to be a manager at a well known fast food company and she knew how to do tax, that's why she was working as a temp. Yes McSleep was going to sleep, I ignored it and tried to keep my focus on the training. The whole day was spent doing a computer test and reading paper, it was full on.
The next day we were let loose on work. So the first stage of the job was Archive boxes of paper, it was full of paper. Within this box there were files and most files had there blue sheets, the blue sheets were the barcodes for the computer softwear. The softwear seperated each blue sheet to make a file for the PDF, the end purpose for the client was to give him his disk and 1200 boxes were now going to be on a few disks. It sounded fantastic, what a great idea. Big oil company didn't have to hold all that paper and Integrity got paid lots and lots of money.
So our purpose was to sort through the boxes, take one piece of paper lift it up, check there are no staples, post-its blocking information, no dog ears which were turned over sides. It had to be a perfect sheet of paper that could go through the scanner as easy as possible. Small items had to be flagged with bright red cards, the job wasn't rocket sicence but it was repetitive. There were a lot of boxes to go through.
The assignment started well, we got to know every aspect of McSleeps life, how she meet a guy over the internet from Africa and fell in love. She went over to see him and he stole money off her. It was quite the story, she had lots of them. She always knew someone that was dying, had hip replacements, or some other form of sickness that they had to spend so much time in hospital.
We spent two weeks doing that untill one day Mr Scatter wanted two people for the scanning room two people said straight out they didn't want to do it . Now lets stop, as a temp are you not told what to do, can you really say no I don't want to do this that or the other? Miss Team Leader said she was not going to do it and firmly put her foot down. Miss Team Leader is one of the other temps but she later promoted herself and I'll get to that story. It put the fear into me about scanning, was it really that bad. Most of the temps refused to do it and got on the band wagon. Mr Scatter chose Doppledanger and McSleep. McSleep was over the moon she thought she had got this big promotion but the sound of the scanner may have been like a lullaby to her and yes you guessed it she kept falling asleep. She actually fell asleep on the job can you believe that? Now let me tell you "A temping company" only deals in Specialized Administraion Professional remember that one. Cough Cough.
So McSleeps days were numbers, she had to go home and count sheep there and that's when I was asked to become a scanner, I thought whatever, may as well. Scanning wasn't that bad but everday I didn't seem to be getting the same numbers my doppledanger kept getting, I was getting about 5 a day but doppledanger got 10 maybe even 14 at times. What was she doing that I wasn't and it turned out she was picking her boxes alot more wisely than I was. I had this problem at the retail store, fudge the figures to make yourself look good! My problem with that was all the boxes need to be done wheather there were half full or full. As the weeks moved on I was still hitting low figures and needed to start "playing the game".
My figures started to increase, I started to find out what box number I needed to be at before lunch and if I needed a light box or not to get me there. The tracking forms were based on box number not paper number so the whole tracking sheet information keeper system was floored. How does Integrity know if it was a hard box or not? So my integrity was being damaged, I was letting the system beat me! no I wasn't proud of myself I turned myself into a cheat because I didn't want to look bad. It was either jump on board with the tricks of the trade and look like an all star or quite possibly get fired because my numbers didn't look good "on paper" What I normally like to do is fight the system and tell them their figures/targets are BS, there was no way you could do eight jam packed boxes in a shift. You had to look in them in order to twick your figures.
The weeks went past and over time Dopledanger and I started to notice the quality of work coming to us was getting worse. Staples were being missed, post it's were being missed our productivity was being slowed down so much. New people were coming in and not being showed how to do the job properly the whole training we went through the new people were not getting. The original misfits were leaving or being fired for crap work. Every mistake that was being noticed was being writtten down by either doppledanger or myself, the worse of the bunch were now getting told to shape up or walk out the door.
It got so bad I had to e-mail "A temping company" I wanted them to deal with the bad workmanship. I didn't say anything bad just that some people seemed to be getting bored of the work and it was directly affecting both my work and doppledangers. In the end "A temping Company" had to come out Mr Scatter started to get annoyed about the "useless" temps. The day and the night team all got spoken to and told to shape up.
The night sanners were bad, they only ever pushed out 7 boxes between all three even till the end of the contract. Both doppledanger and i tried leaving them the "easy" boxes but still the same totals were being done, there was no rush for them to finish. I remeber one of them says "the longer the contract the more money I get" Later I was to find out it's not just the temp saying this!
To be continued ..........................
Posted: 02:34, Wednesday 10 November 2010
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