Being a temp worker is strange. It’s like not really being there, or existing, in the eyes of most permanent employees. It’s the knowledge that one day they will come to work and you won’t. You have an expiry date and they can scent it and it makes their little herbivore hearts race. You’re sort of like the penguin in a flock of flamingos, and when the iron deficient baboon of unemployment comes a-hunting, you’re the one with the flightless flippers. (Though to be fair you’re also the cutest of the lot but that doesn’t stop you being gnawed by the cruel gnashers of fate, which make it a pretty useless skill level…)
Oh it’s not like folk aren’t friendly or that you sit there in a dark, dank corner with “TROLL” scrolling across your forehead, it’s just a general atmosphere and feeling. I find it takes rather a while for folk to warm to you and usually by the time they’re starting to be able to differentiate you from the toilet paper, you’re almost done with your time there and then the only thing you can do is steal said bog roll and make them feel your loss that much more keenly!
And its tough being a temp! You have to learn a whole bunch of new names, faces and odd places, only to get picked up and whisked away to somewhere new and another whole bunch of people to meet, greet and forget when you run into them on the streets in 5 months time.
The plus side of being a temp is also the minus side. The moving. It’s a big ass plus if you get put in a job that even a retarded chimp would turn his runny nose up to. Then you knuckle down, wait it out and run for sweet Georgia freedom when the warning bells sound! But it’s a minus when you find something you really enjoy doing and they still pass the pink slip and send you on with a jaunty wave and a smile.
It’s a very unstable life. It makes you feel like a gypsy who sets up camp somewhere new, does a jolly jig to make the towns folk happy, and still get chased out of the village when they feel your times up or suspect you’re get steamy with the Mayor’s youngling!
Well I still have time here at the job I’m doing, so for tonight let’s keep the camp fire burning and put on the good canned beans to simmer! For now I guess, that’s just fine.
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