Last Friday I got a call from one of the temp agencies, they asked if I could work today, and of course I said yes. The lady told me it was just a one day (for now) receptionist gig, she gave me the details, I thanked her and hung up the phone. She called back a few minutes later with one final instruction:
'Bring a book' she said.
'Bring a book?' I asked. 'Yes,' she said, 'you will be bored if you don't.'
I told her that I would, but I was a little suspicious. In my brief temping tenure I have learned one thing, and that is that I am being watched. If they don't like me on my one day gig, then they won't ask me back. This temp work stuff is kinda hardcore like that.
My paranoid mind raced for reasoning, it couldn't possibly be so simple. I convinced myself that I would be judged based on the book I brought... you know, because pipe fitters and forklift drivers are such literary snobs and all.
The weekend flew by, and 6am this morning showed up before I knew it. The mad dash to get out the door on time was in full swing, but I had a feeling I was forgetting something. I got my boys in the car, and one block from home before I realized I forgot to grab a book. I had to turn around, I had to bring a book!
I've lived in this apartment for 1.5 years, but suddenly I was lost. I couldn't find a grown up book to save my life. What happened to all of my books?
Evidently all my books are still packed from my last move. This embarrassing admission can obviously be blamed on blogging... but it's pathetic nonetheless.
All I could do was reach in and grab the first book I found. The clock was ticking and I had to get on the road. Those forklifters would just have to deal.
Fortunately I didn't grab anything controversial, like The Joy of Sex, or something. I stuck my hand in a box, and pulled out A Walk in the Woods.
Since I can't be in the mountains right now, reading about a hike was a fantastic treat. Even though I was stuck in a warehouse, and the phone only rang four times, I had a great day.
I don't think anyone paid attention to my book but me, but pay attention I did.
ps. I can't believe I outed my closet.
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11 comments:
I feel ya on the temp thing!! I would have loved for them to ask me to bring a book!!
Glad you had a good day. That just might be up there on one of the great days in my mind, to get paid to read a book!
Boy, I would love a job that was so slow they encouraged me to read while I worked! That'd be like a vacation!
That closet was going to out itself if one or two more items got crammed into it.
If you had time for reading, did you have time for blogging, too? I enjoy reading your blog so much! That's why I've given you an award--please drop by the podium to pick up your honor. Congrats! PS: I have a closet like that at home, too!
I love your closet. Feels like home. My home.
that was such a funny blog....why was ikt so funny///??/....because maybe they FIGURED some kind of off way to judge youR readin g scedule .... like being before your maker and him ''say so you just reaad the shack by young where it porttrayed me a a sawed off muslum, and i didn't appreciate that', (really don't read the shcak, it is true , they do make a mocery of the diety... description i just gave)??
That's so funny because I moved this weekend and my books are all organized on the shelf. I don't have a razor to shave my legs or a purse to take to work, but my books are all lined up.
I spent many a day with temp jobs reading a book and every reader's digest I could find so that they could pay me to answer the phone 4 times a day. Glad you have some money coming in though. Praying it will multiply.
Good book choice!
LOVE LOVE LOVE Bryson.
Check out In A Sunburned Country sometime. It cemented my inexplicable affinity for things Australian.
That's what my storage shed looked like... until I got so sick of it after 2 years and I needed something that was on the bottom of the pile! ;)
Now it is slightly more organized... until the next baby comes along and I need the things that are on the bottom again!
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