I went to talk to a temp agency today. I love temp agencies. They are like the best significant other ever. They make you feel special, important and worthy, and they pay you. What more could an unemployed girl ask for? Don’t say full time job because then I’d have to hit you and no body likes a violent unemployed girl. Funny, yes, but violent no.
I don’t know if, or when, I’ll be placed for temporary work. I told them I was out of town next weekend — the epic road trip across America — and will email the woman when I get back in town. I am looking forward to the work whatever it is. It’s a job, it’s money and it’s a chance to just explore. I’m tired of pushing for things that don’t feel right or don’t fit my skills. I’m tired of feeling worthless when I know that I can add value — it’s just finding out where that is and how I can do it.
The best thing about the economy right now is that it does allow me to take these smaller jobs. Yes, it is a struggle but everyone is struggling even people with full time jobs. I’m choosing to take my struggle in stride. When I come out of this I know I’ll have debt, I know it will take me forever to get out if it, but if I find happiness and a stronger sense of self from it then it will be all worth it. Until then I’ll take Mr. Temporary over Mr. Unemployment any day of the week. A working girl has bills to pay and shoes to get fixed. What? A re-heeled shoe walks me farther than buying a new pair. Unless you’re buying, don’t judge the scuff marks.
