Temping: The Agony and the Exctasy (but mostly the agony)

Its back to reality in Sydney now while I earn some pennies so I can go and see Ellen and meet Sarah again in Melbourne. Temping is a good way to earn fast bucks without demeaning myself to a scummy cafe or whatever.

It is-however-a corporate minefield. You are the shit on the office shoe sole. For a start you're dealing with someone who is already annoyed with the person you're replacing as they've probably a) rang in with a hangover b)are on some swanky holiday or c) have been sacked for nicking money/sleeping with the boss/delete as (in)appropraite. You get forgotten, you get ignored, you get expected to pick up a complicated job in 5 minutes, you get shafted for tax and you never know to expect.

On the plus side you meet loads of people, get to know the city you're working in, if a job is rubbish its over before you know it, you get to read peoples emails (haha!)and you can get away with allsorts cos you don't actually work there.

Case Study: Good Job
I was working at a propher glam media company for a while. I got to hear loads of scandel with all the B-List Celebs they work with and the phone system was really sophisticated and took no effort. Everyone was nice and funny and told me the best places to go in Sydney. I had internet access and a view of the park. It was sweet.

Case Study: Testing Job
At the moment I'm working in a sodding Old Folks home full of absolute nutters-old people who talk to flowers, move at 2 miles an hour on frames and delight in telling you their life stories. The actual job as a receptionist is straigh forward-what is difficult is placating the old bids who love complaining about just about anything from the food (i don't blame thme it looks ming) to having their teeth stolen in the night (!?)
The scariest thing is this is a low care home...high care homes must be like an asylum on crack.