tim’s thought property

Hello.
This shall be the first of many exerpts from my daily life and experiences, full of the usual grab-bag of drama, laughter, saddness, confusion and et cetera. I have an active mind, I guess, which more than makes up for my lack of athletic activity. Some people still neglect to see the exercise in ten-pin bowling or frisbee-golf.

But anyway, I should say that the beginning of my summer starts at the end of a temporary job. I worked at a marketing research company called Ipsos-Reid, and was hired with just enough time to have it end by July. So, this occupation is an exercise in repeatition, patience and the learning of “professionalism”, at least in the area of people skills. Now, aside from the flexible schedule, in which I could choose to work between three to five days a week, and the casual dress code; the work had a gnawing tendancy to gnaw away at my sanity. The kitchen smelled like an ice cream parlour, but with no ice cream in sight. The little terminals at which we made our calls had their own computers and headsets, but we had to buy our own foam covers. The surveys were interesting on the most part, they varied in their length and intelligabilty, yet calling certain markets (areas of the country for study) yielded some very unscrupulous individuals. For example, calling Hamilton, I had five surveys completed, and the respondants who declined, were civil and polite in their refusing to not take a survey. The respondants in Coquitlam were quite curt, rude and unnecissarily irritated at a call. I mean, it’s not like I, personally, conspired to call them at this time to interupt their dinner. Needless to say, in all the calls to Hamilton (around 100 or 110) and to Coquitlam (the same figure), there were many more unfavourable respondants in B.C.
But hark! I did end up quiting by my first pay-day, as was my basic plan, since Camp starts in July. I have cut myself off from the “Ipsos Tree” and spent this last weekend brushing up on my belaying and ropes safety, to return to my Camp position as Ropes Instructor. Yee-haw! And that’s the tale of how I learned that temp jobs, altough practical and often necissary, are chock full of lessons to be learned, and stories to be gleaned.