it's only temporary

today is my second, and final, day at a lovely temp job i had this week.

why so lovely, you may ask. well, i really am enjoying answering the phone, getting to say all perky, "good morning, j calnan and associates." until the clock strikes twelve, when i then say, "good afternoon, j calnan and associates." and then people tell me who they want to talk to, and i transfer them, using the nifty transfer button on my avaya phone (if you're wondering, they were pete's competition, but he holds no grudges). and sometimes they ask more tricky questions, like can i speak to accounts payable, and then i have to ask for what project, and then i have to look it up on my sheet, and then i can tell them the person who is in charge and then transfer them.

and sometimes faxes come in, and i have to staple them together and figure out who they go to, because it's not always to the person that it says it's going to, because people try to be tricky.

and then when the mail comes i have to open about two hundred envelopes with my letter opener and then i stamp them with the date stamp and then i staple the sheets together and then when i have all of them open i figure out who they go to and then put them in their respective mail slots.

speaking of the date stamp, i am not very good at it. sometimes the date doesn't come out at all, or only half of it does, so i have to stamp a few more times, and they usually end up looking like a kid was messing around on them. but all i'm thinking about is when the judge calls me for the trial and i have to say that i received the letter on july 5th, just like the stamp says, and keep everyone from getting in trouble for shady business ethics. not that i know there's anything shady going on. but i'm prepared if there is.

i also have a job at a bridal shop, doing the least fun things that can be imagined done at a bridal shop. which basically means stuffing envelopes and addressing them and stamping them and then sending them out. lots of envelopes. but i'm enjoying myself there too. i'm surrounded by pretty things, and the seamstress lady is very nice to me. and i got to take a taxi to the cleaners with a big puffy dress, which was fun. and boston is lovely, especially on boylston where i am, near the public gardens.

and i guess it does feel good to do something again. i had my month off. it was good. i relaxed, i traveled, i read a ridiculous amount of books. i am now willing to use a small portion of my brain again in exchange for a bit of cash money. or check. i'm not picky.