The Temptress Chronicles: I
As the newly crowned Queen of Temp Work – the Temptress, if you will – I received my first job assignment. This week, all week, I am the receptionist at a swanky financial firm on West End. From my 11th story perch, I preside over downtown Nashville with a foxy hair-do and high heels that click on the marble floors. I feel positively posh.
My duties are simple: answer and transfer. I answer the phone, and then pass it along to whoever the call is for. I have now been here for almost 9 hours, and the phone has rung three times all day. Luckily, my pleasant and largely invisible co-workers have given me the go-ahead to do whatever I want to do: email, read, what-have-you. I don’t know if they knew that they were sanctioning “blogging,” but nevertheless, here we are.
My friend Sarah, who is also a temp, wrote me a little word of encouragement on my Facebook profile, and it feels fitting to share it here. Call it a benediction.
“We are the hobos of the working world. Don’t stay in one place too long, keep your head down, and keep moving. As long as you have a tin can and a good pair of shoes you will be okay. As for eye contact, don’t make it.”
Amen, sister. Amen.