I’m Only Temping Until I Win Mega Millions!

I don’t think that I’ve written much about the new temp job that I’m currently on. So, for those of you who enjoyed reading about all my complaints about the last temp job with the evil Vivian, this is for you.

It’s good overall. So there!

I work about 25 hours a week, have been going to a class in the afternoon 4 days a week. While I will admit that sitting in an office is a waste of time, at least they let my mind be used to help pass the time.

They actually have things for me to do other than waste the entire day trying to find something on the internet to occupy my mind with. They don’t care how long I am on the internet. They treat people like human beings. There are lots of free food in the form of pizza, cupcakes, apple turnovers, cookie, Carvel ice cream cakes, fruit, and sodas, a couple of times a week. I get to watch cranes and ironworkers build a new building out the window close to my desk whenever I feel up to it. I can chat on the phone without having to whisper. I am able to print out my college papers. I get to break chops of people on the floor. I get to type on a Bloomberg keyboard, which for those who have never seen one, they are colorful, with yellow, red, green, white, off white, and blue keys. Plus I make more $$$ on an hourly basis than almost all of the people in the unit.

The people & gossip!

I used to work on this floor, and in this same department for a couple of years, before leaving last November, so I have a good rapport with most people on the floor. There are some new people, and units, the new individuals have taken a liking to me, and the new units and I just don’t bother with one another.

This woman Karen (not her correct spelling, but it is her name) who used to be quiet as a button has become somewhat of a loudmouth, so I shall assume that she is getting laid on a regular basis.

Risa is still getting older, and more desperate in her search for a second husband, who MUST be rich.

Cathy, found a new man, and has toned down her “inappropriate” outfits since. I must say that I miss her prancing around in mini skirts and trying to come off as professional in a banking environment.

Vinny, one of my old bosses actually says “hello” in passing now. He never before did so, to anyone. Not even to any of his direct reports.

This guy Andrew, who had the ugliest baby last year, and who had huge picture of his ugly baby hanging up in his cube, still has said ugly picture hanging, but thankfully I now sit on the other side of the floor, and don’t have to pass what is now a full wall of ugly baby photos.

The cousin of my summer intern from two years ago is now working on the floor. I found this out yesterday after I sneezed in the elevator and we began a conversation. Before this whenever he passed I kept eyeing him, thinking he was familiar, but couldn’t place from where. I hope he didn’t think that I had been checking him out all that time.

Daria is now 50, and even more so officially skanky.

An over 40 woman had a baby, another woman, under 40 this time, is pregnant, and I wasn’t sure if she had gotten fat or was pregnant at first, so I just smiled and looked away, hoping that I would not have a conversation with her. I tend to say the wrong thing at times, and in this particular case I was terrified that I would ask, “When’s the baby due?” and have her response be, “I’m not pregnant!” Then have the most awkward ride in the elevator of my life.

Other than that there isn’t much to gossip of, except that there is a guy nicknamed “Woody” on the floor. A grown man, in his 40s that goes around as “Woody”! I’m guessing it comes from whatever is wrong with his legs. He walks all gimpy, and stuff, like he has wooden legs.

As for the floor and building itself, it’s now cleaner. The view I have usually is of northern Queens, the Bronx, and Long Island. Which on a clear day is a good view, and I can watch planes take off and land at LaGuardia airport. On an overcast day, like today, the view is just depressing, but like I said before I get to watch cranes, and a building being built. It’s the 5-year-old boy inside me who never got enough watching bit machinery get his fill, finally.

The only thing that is bad about this temp gig is that they installed a new “automatic” paper dispenser in the restrooms. It only gives out a small piece of papertowel, then you have to wait about 15 seconds for the machine to recognize that you have been waving your hand in front of the sensor and need more papertowel, which it only gives another have an inch. Then you need to wait another 10 seconds for another small piece of papertowel, which is about the same size as the first. This is all way too much time for me at the drying stage of washing my hands.