Temping sucks. There’s really no two ways about it. You either show up to an assignment and they work you to death because they know you are desperate and they can get away with it or they just have you sit there all day and keep a chair warm. Either way, it pretty much blows.

The one kind of cool thing about it is that you are usually filling in for someone. Someone that has a real job and maybe even a real life.

Like today for example, I’m looking around at my new desk for the next few days and I can see, thanks to a post-it on my monitor, that I have:

Forsaking
All
I
Trust in
Him

I also have a little girl that came to work with me on “Take Our Daughters to Work Day” way back in 2001. I have a teddy bear from Starbuck’s and three solid wooden rulers, not the flimsy type, the nice thick ones.

Apparently I have a tendency to hoard styrofoam coffee cups and lots o’ napkins. I have a brand new box of pencils that I have stashed under a little shelf on my desk in case shit goes down and I need to be ready. You never know when you’ll need to start documenting the revolution with a few number two’s.

Between all that and my two empty vases, I gots me a nice setup here, yep a real nice setup.

Maybe tempin’ ain’t so bad after all. Nah, that’s bullshit.

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