So I'm officially a week into my first temp assignment. It's not that bad, really. Although, there are times when I don't know what the hell I'm doing. It's like when Costanza had the Pensky file plopped down in front of him. I'm probably inadvertantly taking this company down from the inside. My supervisor is sometimes gone for hours and I'm left with nothing to do.
Like on Friday, she cut out around noon and left me with about 45 minutes of work that I managed to stretch out over four hours. I am teaching myself to play Free Cell.
Sorry I've been absent around these parts. Work occupies a huge chunk of time (and no internet access at work), my commute a little less. I'm chilling at my sister's house, since it is much closer to work - and the wireless signal that I piggyback off of is weak (and I don't want to clog my brother-in-law's Mac with CotW pics and junk). I'll do my best to post some more crap for you guys.
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Ahh yes. I learned to play Free Cell in school. Very valuable during those lectures on, well, anything that I learned better from reading the book on my own.
Well, Friday must've been an anomaly because I've been busy at work ever since. Therefore, no more Free Cell. Life goes on.
As for boring lectures, I simply read the paper or took hideous stitching out of my ball caps.
i was gonna say, lucky you. my girlfriend's had less-than-enjoyable experiences working for the temp agency recently.
one was for a nut-job who promised a lot but never sent out paychecks (although he has his office in the lucre-heavy downtown region). this last one is just a flurry of ten + hour days for a politically-connected and condescending woman.
i'm glad i'm not temping anymore ('cept in the ed. world we call it subbing).
Tempin' ain't easy.
silly micah, that's "Pippen ain't easy."
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