Temping, Pt 2.

So I started today in my 'telephone research' position at a trade magazine publisher. The job is okay. It's one step up from telemarketing; I'm not *selling* anything, but I have to get people in fairly busy opticians' offices to answer dumb survey question. Sisyphus had a similar job. One is a sweet, sorta quiet girl named Amy, and the other is a complete wiseass named Isaac (what he really wants to do is direct. plus he's 23 and MARRIED. *boggles*) We've been keeping each other sane with South Park quotes and general goofing off. There are other people, but they're in a different room. In cubicle hell.

Okay, it sucks big hairy monkey balls, but it's $12 an hour. I saw a couple of ads in the paper this weekend for jobs I'd be interested in (from my agency, no less!) so I managed to get ahold of my agent today and she's looking into it for me. Damn right she is. Plus, I sent out resumes to some other places friday & over the weekend, I'm hopeful but not expectant.

The only downside is that there is no computer, and a very very set lunch break, every day from 12:30-1:30. I'm in a conference room with two other people for the time being. There are other people out in the office working in little cubicles. At least I get a window with a nice view of the Empire State & Chrysler Buildings. Plus, I'm down on Canal Street, better known as Knockoff World. *sigh* Oh, give me strength. The fake Vuittons are fairly easy to resist, as are the 'gucci' fakes made out of the Coach "C" pattern made to look like a 'G'. But there are some really good Kate Spade fakes that were drool-inducing. Plus the fake cds...it's going to be a long 3 weeks. *sigh*

Temping, Pt 2.

So I started today in my 'telephone research' position at a trade magazine publisher. The job is okay. It's one step up from telemarketing; I'm not *selling* anything, but I have to get people in fairly busy opticians' offices to answer dumb survey question. Sisyphus had a similar job. One is a sweet, sorta quiet girl named Amy, and the other is a complete wiseass named Isaac (what he really wants to do is direct. plus he's 23 and MARRIED. *boggles*) We've been keeping each other sane with South Park quotes and general goofing off. There are other people, but they're in a different room. In cubicle hell.

Okay, it sucks big hairy monkey balls, but it's $12 an hour. I saw a couple of ads in the paper this weekend for jobs I'd be interested in (from my agency, no less!) so I managed to get ahold of my agent today and she's looking into it for me. Damn right she is. Plus, I sent out resumes to some other places friday & over the weekend, I'm hopeful but not expectant.

The only downside is that there is no computer, and a very very set lunch break, every day from 12:30-1:30. I'm in a conference room with two other people for the time being. There are other people out in the office working in little cubicles. At least I get a window with a nice view of the Empire State & Chrysler Buildings. Plus, I'm down on Canal Street, better known as Knockoff World. *sigh* Oh, give me strength. The fake Vuittons are fairly easy to resist, as are the 'gucci' fakes made out of the Coach "C" pattern made to look like a 'G'. But there are some really good Kate Spade fakes that were drool-inducing. Plus the fake cds...it's going to be a long 3 weeks. *sigh*

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The commercials for The Transporter (specifically, the scene where the doorbell is rang and the eponymous hero flying-kicks his way through the front door) never ceases to amuse me. I don't even need to look at it.

And I bet it's even funnier in the context.

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The commercials for The Transporter (specifically, the scene where the doorbell is rang and the eponymous hero flying-kicks his way through the front door) never ceases to amuse me. I don't even need to look at it.

And I bet it's even funnier in the context.