The Pink Shoe Diaries

so, i am back in the saddle again

the temping saddle

today was my first day in the Newton contractor's office and i must say, i had forgotten how stress free temping is. i literally do what i want. you don't like me? so what! i would never work in this place in real life. you like me? tough, i leave in two weeks when your invalid/pregnant/mental full time permanent coworker comes back. i'm like a stye, baby! pay attention to me or don't..i am here for at least a week whether you like it or not.

i didn't even act like an outirght bitch until well noon, which is good considering i was there at eight am. i was working on a holiday mailing/listening to christmas music and enjoying my relative unimportance when a surly fellow receptionist wearing a muu muu came over to me and said i was "folding the cards wrong" (which i assure you i was not, there is only one way to fold a PERFORATED card)..and at this point i literally had done about 400. so i looked up and said "well, this is the way i'm doing them..and i'm not redoing those" and i pointed to the ones i had done. she huffed off, shuffling along in her kmart clogs. i am serious though, i am incapable of bullshit in the workplace.

which leads me to my List of Things That Make Me Irrationally Mad

1) when someone follows me into the ladies room. why do some people need to follow at your heels into the bathroom? and then rush past you to find a specific stall. it's gross. and it triggers my irrational fear of having people hear me pee (when sober...when i'm drunk you will not only hear me pee but probably see me as well since i require a bathroom buddy at all times after the 3nd drink). but that is neither here nor there. if i am in the ladies room, you should not be, case in point.

2) when someone points to an article of clothing/accessory/shoe and tells you what brand it is and it's a DESIGNER brand. i have said this before. what is more irritating than someone who says "do you like my watch? it's Coach!". first of all, Coach really ain't no thang. second of all, if you're THAT proud of having a designer watch then you are probably not rich, as you wish us to think, because to a truly rich person a designer watch is like a kleenex..to be used and thrown away. ok, maybe not that disposable..but you know what i mean. my boss at the temp job mentioned the word "coach" so many times i thought it was my mother booking plane tickets. "do you like my shoes? COACH!...and this bag it doesn't look like Coach..but it totally is". i am not hating. i own several nice items myself but i wait for someone else to comment on them before i bring them up. this is how I roll.

woah...only two things on my list? that must be a new record.

in other news, my dad came back from his 3.5 month stint in France this afternoon. so i went to my parents' house after work and we drank French red wine and feasted on French baguette and smelly French cheese all of which he bought this morning in Paris and smuggled on the plane he looked really tired, but really happy. being retired rules.

that's what i really want to do. fuck this working/temping BS. i love to travel! i love art! i could get into gardening! i should totally be a retired person. you know i would be so good at it.