Oh, all right. Not really "sorrow," when it comes to temp jobs anyway. My last day is Friday. Of this I was informed just yesterday. Before the holiday, my last day was to be end of February. But I know they're wanting to scrimp and save around here. They haven't really needed me all that badly.
Nevertheless, I've been remiss about writing. Well, I was sick. Sick from my first day back in New York after Christmas, right up until last Sunday. I did nothing. I watched a lot of sitcoms. Wow, there are some bad ones out there. I even watched the ball drop in Times Square on New Year's Eve via the TV. Honestly, that's the way to do that anyway. Who stands outside for 12 hours just to watch such a thing?
So, today I cleaned out some e-mails from the computer at work. I deleted some files from my personal folders. Soon I'll be removing the Switchfoot handbills and Christmas cards from my burlap covered cubicle walls, carrying home my writing and window display portfolios, scooping out the last of the crunchy Skippy peanut butter from the jar I keep at my desk.
But I'm not really sorry. This is one temp job that has befuddled me organizationally. In most temp situations, I've organized the hell out of the office. I've stunned attorneys and HR departments with my masterful skill. "Why don't you want to take this job?" they would beg me!
But not here.
Maybe my mojo is gone!
[gasp]
2 comments:
You've got your mojo working, Sweetie, and I can feel it in Texas.
Why is my mojo in Texas?!
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