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Grief, I don't have that to do!

I work for a major hospital in the Pittsburgh area. They have been going through layoff and our department is also slated for some of these layoffs.
Because of rumors tensions have been high and caused unnecessary rifts between friends, coworkers and management.
Recently I did start to search for jobs and I applied for a job on line with a local courier company. You would get use of a company vehicle and there are benefits with the position. I checked my email and found 168 emails in it. Mostly was junk mail as usual, some of which I spammed and other just deleted. Finally I see the response to my on line application. A sorry we filled the position response! GRIEF!
I just went through 125 messages searching for this one and they reject me. See why I don't have that to do. Waste of time!
Then I see the offer to become a secret shopper. Cool! I know a friend who became a secret shopper and she loves it. She goes in to a store buys some stuff and then turn in the receipt to the company and they reimburse her and all she does is tell about her shopping experience. I could do that.
I start the process and GRIEF! it's one of these never ending survey's they just go on and on and on and on promising you gift cards and all you have to do is complete one offer, then its one silver offer, then it s 2 bronze offers. I DON'T HAVE THAT TO DO!
What do I have to do is find a new job. But right now I don't have that to do!

Comments

Annie said…
My cousin is a secret shopper and she loves it. Good luck with the job hunting
Buttercup said…
I registered to be a secret shopper. I got the name out of an article in the NYT, but haven't done any of the offers yet. The name of the company is Second to None, Inc. and I registered on line. Good luck!

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