Rachel Young

monday, august 27, 2001

Six hours of sleep and I’m more tired than I am when I get my daily dose of three hours. Half a pack of Halls (I’m developing this nasty cough) and two cups of coffee later, I’m wired and nearly finished reading Kurt Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse-Five (for the third time) and writing a few pieces here and there. Jotting down ideas for a possible business endeavor and adding lyrics to unfinished songs. All this while I’m at work today.

While I’m waiting to hear the final word about a couple positions, I’ve been temping at various companies in the meantime. If this was a steady source of income, I think it would be the ideal job for me. Temps have very little pressure (if any) placed on them. And the employers hardly expect much from the temps. In most cases, they’re fairly impressed if you’re able to send out a fax on the first try. In fact, the jobs are so slack I’m able to finish an entire novel in one day’s worth of work. And the beauty of it all is that while I’m sitting there enjoying the novel of choice at the time, I’m getting paid.

I love the fact that I get to see different companies and different faces each time. It guarantees I won’t get tired of it and quit (as I’ve been prone to do this past year). I don’t have to get involved with the employees and they could care less about my own personal affairs. It’s so ideal.

If temping came with benefits, I could definitely make a career out of this. Who knows? If you’re in the city, I may be temping at your company next. But if you think you recognize me and approach me, I’ll totally deny it’s me. The beauty of temping is I go in and I slip out, and nobody remembers me.

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I spoke to Olive (my best friend from college) last night and told her how ridiculous I think it is that my dad calls me at least four days a week. “He worries too much”, I proclaim.

“Well, I wonder why? Could it be because his daughter has run off to a big city on her own where she has no friends and no job? That could be it.”

Good friends have a way of putting things into perspective. God bless their dear souls.

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