sinope

Hello my preeeeeeetties,

This could be a long one....so I'll do a short version of the passed week and then ya know...stream of conscience an all that, writing is after all my therapy!

Friday 5th Nov:
Travelled 2 hours up to uni, had one hell of a night out....very very drunk and very very impure thoughts

Sat 6th Nov:
V. bad hangover - back to uni to play pool and recover - watch preview of Bridget Jones 2, all you can eat chinese buffet with a very beautiful half chinese girlie and the very hot Phobot - travel back home with v bad hangover in hellish car journey for 2 hrs

Sun 7th Nov:
Gym - home - chill - start to panic about temping on monday

Mon 8th Nov:
Start temping - die of boredom

Tues 9th Nov:
Contract huge fricking cold raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

Weds, Thurs blah blah blah blah

Today:
Illness , blood tests (which really I am not very good at), impending after blood test weakness for whole day and 2 interviews for REAL jobs! Oh yeah and things are still weird

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And now for the stream of conscience...this is the bit where you can bugger off if you like, kind of a commentary on temping I guess

Staring out of this window, high above the world, I peer down through the tree tops. Music blaring through my head phones, filtering into my brain - amazing guitar riffs sending cold shivers through every inch of my body, rumbling bass and heavy drum beats urging me to throw my head back and be part of the music. Yet I supress it, sitting in this office full of people, feeling totally alone. Such is the life of a temp - a scurge upon the face of a company, yet the oil that keeps the work load turning. Looked down on by the "real" employees, forced to regroup, like a defeated army limping home.

No rights, no freedom, no hope of better things.

Like lab rats we type, we print, we file - prodded and poked with more work, forced to run endlessly around the metaphorical hamster wheel of the menial office task - mail merge and print, mail merge and print, lick envelope, file.

So you can be employed as a casual here, and thats fine, you belong to the company, you may even have a chance to grow and spread - But, go in as a temp, sourced from an agency, stuffed into the mix like salt in a sweet recipe and you have no chance - the bad taste in the mouth, the muffin that ends up tossed straight in the trash can.
They tell you to temp, gain some valuable experience - what? - in the art of being ignored?. Temp while you look for real work - but when are you supposed to have interviews? when are you supposed to apply?

The life of a temp is a shady one - sometimes I feel that I may as well dance for cash - at least I would be a little more free to express myself.

The thing is, at least when no-one notices you there's an opportunity to bend the rules, to turn up late, have long breaks and email to your hearts content. Hell as a temp your hanging by a frayed piece of string as it is - you may as well burn it 'til it breaks. Which brings me back to the music blaring forth into my brain - it takes me away from here, releases my boredom, allows me to ignore those ignoring me. It is my saviour, my beam of light drawing me towards the end of the day, in the words of John Miles, "Music was my first love and it will be my last".

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1) post the smiley that most matches your feelings right now
2) your worst job story
3) If you saw me in the street, what would you say?
4) sex toy of choice?

Wuv n hugs

Sin xxx