I’m here for another 14.5 hours. I am living for 4:30 pm, Thursday, March 11, 2004.
How do I hate it? Let me count the ways.
I hate the temp agency that sent me on this assignment after I said “No phone work.” I guess answering all incoming calls for this department doesn’t count.
I hate that I had to stay and finish this assignment after finding out about answering the phones because we need the money so desperately.
I hate answering the phones and telling everyone “I’m a temp here for a couple of days. I can’t answer your question, and I don’t know who can.”
I hate the people who get snotty with me because I can’t help them.
I hate that I don’t have a “do not disturb” button that I can “accidentally” push on this phone. “Oh, how did that happen? I must have leaned against it.”
I hate that I sit and twiddle my thumbs for 5 hours of every 7 hour day and try not to look too obvious twiddling.
I hate being treated like a servant. Some people are so good with temps, and some are such assholes. Like the woman who sits four feet away and hasn’t said two sentences to me in four days, but chatters away with everyone else. Thanks for making me feel at home. I appreciate it.
I hate the supervisors that think I need to learn all sorts of complicated procedures to sit here and type and answer the phone for five days. Hello - I’m gone in two days. Don’t waste my time trying to teach me your archaic and incredibly convoluted filing system. I don’t care.
I hate the location.
I hate that I’m forced to take an unpaid hour for lunch so I have to be here even longer.
I think that’s it.