Is it a plane? No! Its super-temp!

So I got my arse in gear and actually got a job, through the temping agency in the government offices. Its weird, cause when I turned up I was asked how long I was here for. By the people who were supposed to tell me that.

The People are nice, the job is dull. Filing, photocopying, filing, faxing, filing, posting, filing. Sometimes for fun I get to scan some sensitive documents. (Note: I used the term ‘fun’ in relation to scanning documents – its an illustration of how dull the job is.)

The office atmosphere is kind of fun though. Lots of chatting whilst we work. We’ve had “christmas drinks” about five times, where everyone brings a bottle or two and the offce just stops and drinks until we leave. My supervisor got really drunk and let slip she thinks Im great and how she’s not hassling the HR department to get a permanent member of staff cause she thinks Im so good. The fact that she was drunk hopefuly means that was the truth and not just drunken shit. I hope it wasnt drunken shit.

I have single handedly re-organised their files in a day (of which there are more than fifteen cabinets,)  re-ordered missing bits of stationery theyve been needing for ages, started organising meetings with catering, room bookings etc, been drafting letters and all kinds of stuff that isnt in the job description, so I think thats why they like me. Just call me super-temp.

The huge small pay cheque I get each week is ok – Im not broke but it isnt fixing my overdraft either. I think I started work at the wrong time though, cause I had to buy my sister’s wedding present, and then I had crimbo presents to buy, now I have to spend hugely on copious amounts of booze for Hogmanay. Oh dear. They are really relaxed about my hours though. As long as I get the work done they dont care, they still sign my timesheet for forty hours of pay, so thats cool.

P.S. The building has a fairly high gay contingent. I have not had a problem identifying which blokes are pullable and which arent, cause all the gay guys have really nice smart shirts and ties, polished shoes, a belt, snazzy briefcase, whilst the straight ones wear “comedy” Mickey mouse ties and such, or no tie at all, spit in the bins and wear white socks with black trousers and shoes. Ugh. *when will they learn*