Eleven months ago I applied to be a temporary worker for the 2020 Census Bureau. Since then, I've gotten an email every couple of months assuring me they hadn't forgotten about me and would be hiring down the road.
Last Friday morning I got a call from the local Census office. I didn't answer because I didn't recognize the number, so it went into voice mail. Five minutes later when I called back, the person wasn't at his desk. I left a message for him, then saved the number in my phone.
Five hours later the number popped up on my Caller ID. When I answered I found myself talking to a woman. She asked me if I was still interested in working for the Bureau, and I answered affirmatively. She told me more about the job. At the end of the call we agreed I would be a fine Enumerator. An offer was made and I accepted. Ten minutes later I had an email with information about making an appointment to get fingerprinted and have my photo taken for my badge.
I had seven days to get the job done. But then I had my finger issue, and wondered how that would impact things. The office was closed on Monday for Dr. King day, I called yesterday and explained the situation to the person who answered the phone. He said it shouldn't be a big deal, so I went ahead and made an appointment for today.
It was a bit of a challenge finding the official Proof of Identity papers. Our new condo is still in a bit of a shambles, but I eventually gathered my passport and birth certificate. The office supply store that was authorized to fingerprint was twenty minutes away from my house. I walked in ready to argue about my finger issues if they told me they couldn't complete the task, but there were no issues at all. Everything was done electronically. I had to put my right fingers on the scanner, then my left fingers, then both thumbs (then repeat the process a second time) and smile for the camera. I was finished and out of the store fifteen minutes after I walked in.
This afternoon I received another email telling me I passed the background check. The message included a pile of paper to fill out and sign electronically. I will eventually get more correspondence about job training.
Five years ago today: The Rub-Down