Work

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…

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What was WITH me yesterday? Maybe you could tell from the blog, maybe not – but I seriously lost my mind for a few hours in the afternoon. Upon further introspection, I blame it on the fact that my life is completely out of balance. I spend 8-9 hours each day in…

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?”…

Yesterday was a day when my panties were in a twist. Figuratively. And, come to think of it, literally. I am once again AT THAT POINT. The point where the house is a disaster, the dishes have piled up for days, I sleep curled in the only corner of my bed that isn’t strewn with…

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…

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…

Typically, I try to have some sort of “theme” to my posts: why I hate townhomes, the proper funeral attire, that one time I ripped out all of my eyelashes, etc. But today, I bring you a slapdash assortment of my thoughts. 1) Yesterday, I watched “A Mighty Heart.” It was terrible – and by…

There have been times in my life when I have thought, “I wish I could get stuck on a desert island.” Don’t get me wrong – only for a month or two, and always with the assurance that a yacht would come pick me up on a certain day. I could have time and space…

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,”…

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…