Feeling rather down on my lunch break that I couldn’t read what was being written today, I realized that I could at least start in on what I have to say here, and post it later.
First, my thoughts on temping. Temping is tolerably boring.
Representative sample:
I got in today at 8:37 (supposed to get here at 8:30). The first bit of work for me crossed the desk shortly after 9, and was done before 10. I had no more work until after lunch around 1:30, and that was completed by 2:30. I have no network access. My only sources of entertainment are the things I’ve brought with me. My laptop which has Master of Orion 2 (no master of magic), and a livejournal client (I used M-x doctor earlier today for about 30 seconds as a sample of just how bored I am). Howard Gardner’s book, Extraordinary Minds. It’s a good thing that this is a job that simply processes other people’s work, and thus, not a single monolithic project, but a series of momentary distractions from the fitful tedium of my own biological processes, and the lives and office politics of the people whose cubicals surround mine. Otherwise, as
That having been said, other than my inability to engage my net friends, it’s better than sitting on the couch at home worrying about the next month’s rent. However. All my noble thoughts of being able to survive on $7.50/hour aside (and I could, but ewwwww), $13/hour isn’t all that much. It also astounded me that the labor I am performing would be thought worth that quantity. Until I looked at it as a daily wage. And what I could purchase with that daily wage. Assuming standard expenditures (rent, student loans, taxes, etc) are deducted automatically from my wages, I would be making about $15/day in general spending money. Minus the $2.20 for the roundtrip commute, minus meals. That leaves me maybe $8 in recreational spending per workday assuming I’m cryofrozen (for free) over the weekends. Again I say “ewww”. So even fiscally, this is a parachute, not a platform, and I’m still falling.
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Insert supervisor lady telling me that they overestimated the amount of worker they’d need, and underestimated the amount of marketing experience they’d need. Color me amused. Especially when she was all apologetic. And Adecco was all “we’ll place you with the next available company”. And I’m all, ” Don’t worry about it, I have a job offer from a friend for half again what I’m making here; I was coming here because you said you needed it, and I said I’d do it. =)”
I guess playing video games in a cubicle for better than half the day is a clear sign that I’m underemployed. =) I wish them the best of luck with their next sap. Meanwhile I’m going to check out a) the opportunity with the friend. b) bike messengering. And there’s always c) the actuarial tests in early november. =)
Plus adecco was apologetic, so I can probably swing something there, should push come to shove. We shall see.
mmm tempiriffic
at least adecco was apologetic, which means you get +2 on all re-employment rolls.
if you become a bike messenger, just remember:
those rails on market street — they’ll grab your tires and then a car will run over you.
the 38 geary is the deadliest muni line, so avoid it at all costs.
the 22 fillmore is second deadliest. see above.
the F line can not stop on a dime, but it can stop on you.
you don’t need to be in a band to be a bike messenger. it just seems like it.
try to limit your piercings to thirty or less, and don’t pierce your guiche because you can’t ride a bike with one.
face tattoos will look ridiculous when you get old.
all the other bike messengers that you think are hot are lesbians.