Quick status update: I am still a temp worker.
Over nine months have passed, and I am still… not sure if I’m even employed.
I don’t know if it’s good news or bad news that they have started giving me tasks. Good news because it keeps me occupied, and gives me something to think about other than “WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE.” Bad news because the latest task is addressing, stuffing, sealing, stamping, and mailing 3,500 brochures. Brochures that will probably immediately be thrown into recycle bins nationwide.
Yesterday, I spent all day working on this project, and got 500 envelopes addressed and stuffed. Not sealed. Not stamped. Not mailed. And only 500. At this rate, the remainder of 2008 is looking quite festive.
Julie, the eternal beautiful optimist, is confident that there is a fulfilling career out there for me. I typically respond with a grunt. But I suppose that is why I need Julie.
Speaking of Julie, did you hear? Did you know? I’M GETTING A ROOMMATE. In January, Julie and I are moving in together; after many years of being a live-aloner, the timing is right for me to join the legions of “people who don’t have to drink alone.” I have to admit that I’m a little bit nervous about the prospect of having a roommate – but more nervous on Julie’s behalf than my own. I mean, what if I’m a terrible person to live with? It could be. I’m particular and introverted and probably really annoying.
Not Julie. Julie is great. Wonderful. Kind-hearted. Generous. Absolutely lovely. A nicer person than I will ever be, and one that I never get tired of being around. I LOVE HER. And I think it will be good for me to compromise and communicate and share life with someone else. I’m calling her my “starter husband.”