2006-08-31

at least i don't make cold calls, yet.

So life has been chugging along, just barely. You can call me the little engine that could, if you really wanted to. I've been working intermittently. I found a new agency, and then my old one started calling again. Whatever--they didn't call me back for 3 weeks and then expected me agree to do one day jobs a week in advance. I've decided that I'm going to start looking for a real job again, even though it kind of sucks. It's worse not to have a steady income. So maybe I'll be a customer service rep and discover what it is like to truly hate my life. I did interview again last week to be a law assistant, but they didn't hire me, so that was sad. Reminded me why I have been temping--rejection hurts. I'll talk to the agencies and see if they can find me something.

Actually, I don't know why this entry is coming off so disgruntled, I'm not even having a bad day. The place I'm working is pretty chill and my boyfriend was over yesterday, so life should be good. He even used his technical skills as an engineer, phd'ed, even, to "fix" my laptop. Sadly it stopped working yesterday, after only seven years. When I first tried to turn it on and it only made a few loud beeps, Dr. Paddy suggested I hit it a few times. It works wonders for electrical problems, so he says. When that failed to work, he suggested taking out the battery. Unfortunately, that broke years ago, along with the handle for removing it, so we struggled to get it out with tweezers, unsuccessfully. So I shook my computer upsidedown until the battery fell out. Now it works again, which I consider technical genius.

It's kind of funny how many people that are career receptionist (sadly, there are many) have tons of religious stuff all over their desks. It is really wierd, or maybe not. I would find it depressing to believe that God had some great plan for people's lives, and the best he could do for me was have me answer the phone all day long. Maybe they use the slow hours after lunch to pray or something instead of updating their diary. It's a mystery.

xanthium at 1:19 p.m.

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