Adventures in Temping

Part III

And just like that, it all ends. One phone call Monday morning, with me not even having showered yet, and two hours later I'm at PG&E about to start a new temp job. But not one of those temp jobs. A good one. Or at least one of the best kind's you can get. More money than most temp jobs, long-term to perm, and not data entry. Goodbye sleeping in til 10 and staying up late til 2 watching porn. Goodbye spending all day surfing the Web and feeling trying to ignore that annoying little voice that keeps on telling me I should be more productive (stupid little voice). And goodbye anxiety ridden slept stressing out on money.

Been there two days so far, and you know, it IS the little things. And not just the money. I get an office, a big office even, one that I share it with someone else, and with a big window overlooking Market Street. I have an entire office supply cabinet in the office. I get a computer to call my own, a nice- brand new one- and a phone with it's own extension number. I have an extension number! I even get the word "Senior" in my title. Yes, I'm still an Administrative Assistant, but I'm the Senior Administrative Assistant. And unlike a certain other evil corporation, there's free coffee, tea and aspirin. The person who I'm replacing, whose on leave doing some company related employee benefit thing, even left her boom box for me at my super big desk.

And although I'm already on first name basis with the photocopier, I get the feeling that this assignment will require actual skills and brain work. Which makes me feel better knowing that the Temp Agency wanted me to work at some place not just because of my ability to type really, really fast.

Although I'm kind of happy with it all, I have to admit I was kind of hoping that I'd still be unemployed for at least another month or so. The World Cup's starting in a month or two, after all. Wanted to do what I did last time I was laid off, go to the Mad Dog every other day, drink pints at ten in the morning and learn English football songs. Man, that was fun.

Oh well….