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Monday, August 27, 2001
The following is excerpted from an email from my sister to our aunt about her job last week:

The rest of the staff is male. The charming old men are dears, I don't mind the "honey" "cookie" "sweetheart" shite from them. All the sales partners, however, are these maverick, loose-tied, slick-haired playboys who all resemble Duran Duran in their younger years. They all think I am darling. Of course I am, I'm a temp. Enjoy the hazelnut mocha while you can boys, cuz after Friday it's back to the regular old joe. ^^

This one sales dude (his name is Russ, he is Whitey McWhiteson! He makes me feel like Mr. T!) asked me if I was looking for a full time position. I am but I politely declined. For one thing, this place is way too out of my distance for convenience. For another thing, I'd rather burn lit cig butts into the back of my own knees than be called, "cuteness" every fucking day of my life. ^^ One of the Customer Services Reps told me Russ must like me. He "never hires full time positions" and "never tells anyone where he's going" and "never gives anyone nicknames".

Great.

I got similar reactions from the other sales reps. These fucks are married! HAHAHAHAHAHA!

I feel like Annie when she first wanders into Daddy Warbucks house. Suddenly everyone starts singing:
"We've never had a little girl,
we've never had a little girl..."

So, that's my temp job. Tomorrow it will alllll be over. <=)


It was from this job, as a receptionist at a graphic arts place in Manhattan, that the previous temp to hold her position was fired because she was, as described by Kirsten's supervisor, "Average-looking, a little heavy". Because of this, her every slight mistake was taken "with more weight". They looked for the first excuse to get rid of her. She did as good a job as Kirsten did, but Kirsten, who is petite, blonde and fairly attractive, was offered a full-time position (which she promptly declined!), whereas Ms. Average was disposed of as quickly as possible.

The world makes me sick.