My nightmare that never ends as a temp

Oh joy, more rejection!

Tue, 29 May 2007 21:23:27 +0200

Then I checked my emails and found that I did not get the job I went to the interview for last week when the man just stared at my tits the whole time. I sort of didn't want to work with a bunch of lecherous middle aged perverts anyway but I at least wanted the choice and how dare they reject me! I bet I would do better in interviews if I was orange. I think I will try this out at my next interview but at the moment there are no interviews lined up and I bet I will be doing this hideous temping job for the rest of my life or until the house is repossessed because temping doesn't exactly pay the mortgage unless you live in a skip. I wish I was dead.

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Dizzy and orange

Tue, 29 May 2007 19:21:51 +0200

Today an orange girl with hair extensions asked why people in the southern hemisphere aren't dizzy all the time because they are upside down. Then another orange girl asked how you spell 'guarantee' and someone said, 'g..u..a..r..e..n..t..e..e' and I said, 'I think it is an 'a' not an 'e' but no one took any notice because I am just the temp so I went to the toilets and took comfort by holding my head in my hands for 10 minutes and planning my own funeral.

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Orange and fick

Fri, 25 May 2007 20:04:12 +0200

Today an orange girl with bleached blonde hair and acrylic nails with stripes on them said,"how many u's are there in similar?" I wrote this down in my notebook because when I am older I will be able to look back on my temping experiences and laugh. Right now though I wish I was dead.

I left early because I had an interview for a proper job as an ICT Technician. I was interviewed by three middle aged men. There was a techie one who seemed very dull and had hair that looked like it had been permed. There was a nice one who was smiley and friendly and had teeth like Bugs Bunny and there was a pervy one who stared at my tits the whole time. I tried not to let this affect me but I wish I had kept my parka on.

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My first day as a temp

Wed, 23 May 2007 23:02:26 +0200

My first day was everything I hoped it would be; I hoped for very little and got it in heaps. I was plonked down at a desk surrounded by insurance sales people and they spent the day chasing up leads, repeating their boring patter over and over again until I wanted to set fire to my ears. My exciting job was to organise the leads, I was given twenty minutes training and then left alone all day to just get on with the most boring job in the entire universe.

Everyone said hello to me when they were initially presented with my nervous bulk but then I was ignored for the rest of the day. At one point I heard someone on the phone refer to me as 'the temp' which made me feel great and I have high hopes for a wonderful time on this 'ongoing assignment'.

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