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Paging Doctor Parsons

There is a client who frequents the office. I know his name, and respectfully call him “Doctor _________.” Because he is a doctor. Except no. No he isn’t. Today, my co-worker said, “Why do you call him ‘doctor’? He’s not a doctor.” Why did I think he was? What did I mis-hear, or mis-interpret, or…

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The Temptress Chronicles: IV

The phone here at work just rang – a rare occurrence at this particular financial institution. I answered, and this is what I heard: “Hi, I’m being detained at the Davidson County jail, and need bail money. I’ve been framed. This is my one phone call. Can you help me out?” “Um, are you serious?”…

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Temp it up

As the Temptress, I make an hourly wage, which equates to a not-very-big salary. Don’t get me wrong: for doing nothing, I make a fortune. And even if I don’t have a lot of extra cash, my bills always get paid. I am grateful for this temp job that is allowing me to have an…

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Defining

Last night, I had a job interview that lasted an hour and a half. This potential employer and I talked spiritedly and candidly about everything from music to the environment to Telluride to writing to disappointment to, strangely, even Jesus. It was surreal, and wonderful, and stimulating. The job is something that I could excel…

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And now, for a blog about animals and death

When I was in junior high, I was asked to pet-sit for some family friends while they went away for the week. It was an animal lover’s dream come true – horses, cows, dogs, cats, and ducks, all to myself – and I got PAID. I showed up once in the morning and once at…

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The agony

The next time that you receive a piece of mass mail in your mailbox, I want you to hold it in your hands. I want you to caress it, and turn it over, and draw your finger along its edges. I want you to admire the way that it has been sealed with care for…

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And next, we have “How to handle the clumsy…”

It’s time to talk about the hazards of the workplace. When I began my career as The Temptress, I was given an exhaustive Workplace Safety Training session, which included watching a VHS made in 1987 about proper lifting techniques and the operation of heavy machinery. As I was not planning on a job in a…

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The Temptress Chronicles: III

Breaking news: after a mere 2 ½ days, I was requested to remain with this financial firm indefinitely. No, they are not officially hiring me, but I will stay on as their temp until they decide what they want to do. It’s kind of like when a guy says that he doesn’t want to “date,”…

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The Temptress Chronicles: II

I checked in with my “agent” today – you know, the guy who is supposedly in charge of getting me jobs. I could call him a pimp, but I’m already calling myself the Temptress, and I’m pretty sure that all of that could add up to one hot mess. You can now probably Google “Annie…

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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…

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