On Monday I received a welcome packet from the company I’m hoping to work for this summer as a camp host.
That’s a step in the right direction.
The welcome packet includes a lot of information about workers’ compensation rights so I’ll know what to do if I get hurt on the job. (I beseech the Universe to keep me safe and not to let me get hurt on the job. Angel friends, please protect me and keep me from getting hurt on the job. I will pay attention to what I’m doing and be careful, because getting hurt on the job could really wreck my plans.)
There’s also a W-4 to fill out, as well as a uniform order form on which I have to ‘fess up the measurements of my neck, sleeve length, hips, chest, waist, and inseam length. (I’ll just say here that I am NOT looking forward to wearing a uniform for this job. The uniform will be a shirt–probably short sleeve and probably with a collar–and pants, both probably hot nasty polyester and ill-fitting.) There’s also a release authorization in the packet. By signing it, I am apparently authorizing release of my information for a background check. (I’m pretty sure I’ve already signed and returned one of these.) Then there’s a “Notice/Disclosure of Intent to Obtain Consumer Report and/or Investigative Consumer Report.”
I suppose if they don’t like my credit report (and my credit report is not a pretty thing), they could still decide not to hire me. I just hope that if they decide not to hire me, they make that decision before I travel to BFE California. (Does anyone not know that “BFE” means “Bum Fuck Egypt”?)
I have started announcing to people that I plan to work in California this summer. I was trying to wait until I knew definitively, positively, for sure, but I decided this welcome packet was a good enough sign to start making announcements. If it ends up not working out, I’ll just tell people the job fell through at the last minute, which will be the truth.