Rumor on the street (aka the Associated Press) is that UPS is hiring 50,000 temporary employees for the 2010 holiday season.
That’s a lot of people.
I actually was one of those people about 21 years ago. I was a student at Michigan State, and the job center posted that UPS was looking to hire temp workers to help deliver packages. The pay sounded fantastic, around ten dollars an hour, which was great money back then. Heck, it isn’t bad money now. So, my fiancee (husband now) and I both signed up. I needed money to pay for the next semester, and it sounded like the UPS gig would be a lot safer than my under-the-table job at the candy factory I had been doing. (That is a story for another day.)
So, we went to some auditorium somewhere, I can’t remember, and they handed me my sweet brown uniform and told me they would contact me soon.
The call came a few days later, once I was home from college for Christmas break. My job was to meet up with a UPS truck in a neighborhood nearby. The driver would dump off a ton of packages where I was standing, and my job was to drag the packages up and down the street on this massive wagon contraption, delivering them to the appropriate houses.
Can I tell you it took about 18 seconds in cold Michigan weather to ascertain that this job was awful? Keep in mind, I was 5 foot 2 at the time and about 103 pounds pulling all these packages. It seemed like every heavy package needed to be delivered to the back door. (Packages had a 50 pound max, but a giant 50 pound box can be hard to carry when you are short.) I ran, and I sweat, and I got all my packages delivered in the required amount of time. I hoped and prayed they would not call back again that night.
Well, they called. Had to report to the same neighborhood the next day, same deal.
I delivered all my packages, and thought I did a great job. Turns out the truck driver screwed up and didn’t give me some packages he was supposed to, so somebody else had to work late to deliver them. Needless to say, I somehow got the blame for the screw up and I did not get called back again. I was thrilled, even though I needed the money.
My fiancee, on the other hand, was a mule of a different sort. He rode shotgun on one of the trucks in a neighborhood with huge yards. The driver would pull up to the driveway, and my fiancee would run out of the truck up to the house and deliver the packages. At night, we would talk on the phone and argue over who had it worse. (I still say it was me.)
It was definitely an experience to remember, and it did not have the charm of my holiday job at the candy-factory. Actually, I don’t think that job had any redeeming qualities, except the paycheck I received after my 2 days of misery. However, for those of you with tougher constitutions than I, it may be a great way to make some extra cash.
Have you ever taken a seasonal job? Did you like it?