the eternal quandary

Do I go casting pearls before swine, or if I can't beat 'em, should I join 'em?
Grownup lady clothes, or jeans?

this is the kind of place where someone walks in the door saying they're here for an interview. But they don't know with whom, what the position is, nor do they have a resume or even an application with them.

Here at Grey, Inc. we aim to please, no- win, no- survive the day.
I sat on the stairs to come in for twenty minutes this morning, because nobody was here.
As I sat there, contemplating the fact that this is my life, I thought to myself, 'self- this is a lesson in character development'.
I am now saying to myself, 'self, get another job, and quickly.'

It is sucking the cells out of my brain, through my ears.

Here's a real conversation I just had:
me: there's a guy out front who's here for his interview, his name is C**.
them: I don't know who's interviewing today.
what do I do?
send them back.
I don't want to send random strangers back here, they'll get lost, and none of us knows where they're going.
oh, good point.
okay, well the guy's out front, what should I do?
send them back.

yes, really.

Also, I completed five days' worth of backlog data entry in two hours, and now it's 10AM. Five more hours. I'm going to beat my head against a wall until my IQ matches my surroundings.
Should take a few days, but at this point, I've got nothing but time.

adventure, part III

'Adventure' isn't quite the best word to use, really. Today was filled with data entry, moving files back and forth, a meeting (!) and more file fun.

le sigh. Here's a pictures of the joint: That's my view. Actually, this photo makes the light a lot warmer than it truly is.

It's official now, I'm here until the end of January, so I can relax about hustling for a job. I still need to work some magic for evening gigs, or maybe more freelance editing stuff, and of course keep pushing my resume out there to get a real job, but at least this way I'm still getting what I was getting on unemployment, maybe a teensy bit more. The overdue bills will have to wait a while longer. At least I'll keep a roof over my head, and frankly can my credit get any worse? I don't want to actually ask that question.

I don't have to work until Thursday, that's five whole days I don't have to file or feign affection (sorry, Desiderata) to anyone.

highlights- This is method acting! today I wore christmas socks (the ones I bought last year in a fit, they are black toe socks with red toes, they say HO HO HO on them in green and red, and on one leg, there's a little santa, who you push and his nose lights up (like the real santa), and it plays a medly of christmas songs), I took my coffee mug with Santa on it, and bought a GIGANTIC PEN with a snowman on top. You want a temp? I'll be your temp.

The boss man, for all his gruff, walrus-moustachioed appearance, has great communication skills and faith in his people, which is nice. He's kind, also nice. He let me leave at 2 today because I couldn't take it anymore, and it's Christmas. He offered to let me have 2 hours pay if I take the phone user manual home and read it over the holiday. I shook my head vigorously, but that's a nice offer thankyouverymuch.


What does tomorrow hold? tomorrow? A 2-hour gig as a Caroling Elf (!!), then who knows what else. This is living, people.