eatdixx's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- starting a new temp job I started a new temp job, today. 7am, I hurl myself out of the blankets towards the area that the terrible insistent beeping is coming from, not knowing what the noise is or why it won't just shut up and just leave us alone. What is that, Linz mumbles covering his head with the pillow. oh, it's my alarm. I hit snooze and climb back into bed. 7 mins later it beeps again. This time I知 ready, and snooze before its even hit three beeps. Linz ropes his arm around me, keeping me in bed, so I press snooze again. And again, 7 mins later. X 8 times later and it痴 fifteen minutes before I知 sposed to be GONE, and I haven't had a shower, ironed my clothes, had breakfast, but I have managed to stand around for five minutes looking dazed and I致e already gotten down one fag. I just KNOW I知 going to be late for my first day, but I keep an optimistic outlook and steadily get ready, limiting myself to only one alteration of designated outfit, one additional creaming of face, no handbag changes and precariously heeled shoes for the added excitement of the tram track crossing before me that may or may not result in my shoe being caught IN the tracks and large tricky rocks, causing death or injury to my body or personal belongings. actually if I知 honest, it just means that no doubt, AGAIN, my ankle WILL give way just as I cross in front of my fellow waiting commuters, giving them a little entertainment in a day where little entertainments add up to a not so shit day. the boss isn't it when I arrive at 9.20, and I start a rumour amongst his executives by a series of 'I don't know' and 'his first meeting isn't until four' that he isn't coming in at all and that he isn't attending their staff meeting at 1 and by the time he smiles in at 11, there's four of them running around reassuring each other that the man himself HAS indeed arrived and all is well. They scurry back to their nests and continue carrying their bundles up hills. He turns out to be a nice man heading for retirement that doesn't like computers, so keeps a paper diary and all communications must be printed out and circled for him, which makes my work more interesting, varying the size, colour, strength and attitude of said 'circles'. He tells me of a fellow named 'Ross' to look out for, on account of the fact of him being a 'creep'. His words. I can tell we're going to get along. Basically anything I look at has no relation to THEIR business requirements. Why would they, I知 a temp. What about MY business requirements? I require things. If I had the choice, and could set up my own office, I壇 have large lunches with the best mini sandwiches ever, a Dictaphone constantly in hand for brainstorming sessions and scattered ideas. I壇 have a p.a. that must wear pin stripe and pantyhose at all times, and square glasses even though she may not need them, black stilettos and she's sacked if there's an ounce of any colour brighter than pastel at any time on her nails, ears or body. Also, if she notices that she may look better than me one day, she must dress down. we would have tremendously productive days with our own obsessive compulsive habits accounted for and nurtured, equal squares in Roberts office, so that he can align his shoes at matching angles before speaking [this is one of the guys from the boarding house that does that, he says it helps him not fuck up his words]. Enough crap for now. More later. 2:38 p.m. - 2005-02-07 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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