Yesterday I temped.
When I got laid off the Temps in our office were all about me temping going forward and I'm pretty sure that I said something like "I will never be a Temp". When I went and talked to my recruiter, she asked me if I wanted to to temp and I told her that I wasn't interested.
Well never say never folks. It was the recruiting company and it wasn't really a choice. I'm not sure how I got mixed up in their temporary files but if it means that they think of me when something real comes along, I'm glad that I did it. But yeah, they basically called me with an address, a name of someone to report to and the hours that I would be there. I had to cancel plans that I had already made (Anna, Gloria, I'm sorry. Seeing you doesn't make me money though does it?) because there really was no choice in the matter.
It was just a reception thing. For the quietest office ever. The people were pleasant, but no one really stopped to chat did they? What's the point? I'm there for a day. Even though I'm lovely and wonderful (and the old men especially realized this) I will be gone tomorrow.
There was a measure of comfort in the fact that nothing's really changed since I've been in an office. Oh I know, its only been 3 months (ish). But when you do nothing with your days, 3 months feels like a year. Christmas parties are still being planned, HR people are still letting you know about the availability of taxi vouchers and Secret Santa still happens. Except that in my old office we did Secret Santa for ourselves, going with that whole theme they had their of being selfish a$$holes. In the office that I was in yesterday the HR lady went around with different kinds of toys the Christmas Bureau wanted so that the staff could go out and fulfill the wishes of some poor kid on Christmas morning. That's how you do Secret Santa people.
The office yesterday was down the street from where I used to work, so one thing I was looking forward to was some international food court lasagna. Anna, Gloria- you know what I mean! Well I got there at 1 and there was one more piece of the greatest lasagna in the world left. So I asked her for it, only to be told that it belonged to the guy in front of me. Lasagna Lady, your lasagna is amazing, you need to make more! She always does this, she always runs out. So then I asked for fusili (easy to eat with plastic cutlery and while reading) but she doesn't have that either. End up with spaghetti. Which is great, but it was messy with a plastic soon and fork.
So that's what I did yesterday. And it looks like yesterday was the right day to go downtown because today, the snow that they said was over, is coming down and covering everything. I really wanted to go to the library today so we will see.
If you're American, Happy Thanksgiving. If you're a teacher in the Lower Mainland, happy snow day! And for the rest of you, tomorrow is Friday. You can do it!