True Life: My life as a Temp

So this summer I've had the bittersweet opportunity of working as a temp worker. For those of you who don't know what a temp is, a "temp" worker works for a temp office who then finds companies looking for temporary help during certain seasons or for a couple of months. The temp office then hires people like me out to these companies, and makes a few dollars an hour off of my working. Normally these jobs are nothing special, but they do pay a pretty penny for those of us who need more money than a retail job can offer, and you do normally get regular business hours which is nice. And overall I've been pretty well-pleased with my job this summer.

That is until this past week.

So for the past 2 months, I've been mostly just doing data entry and organization for this company I've been hired out to, and let me just tell you, it has been thrilling. <-- That my friends was a little taste of my sarcasm, fyi. I have literally been bored out of my mind, watching as my brain turned to mush, but I kept telling myself, well, it can only get better from here! WRONG! So I finished up all of the data entry and organization my boss wants me to do, and now he's having me address, stuff, and mail 5000 letters!! You heard me (or I guess read me) correctly, 5000! I have to look up 5000 addresses for 5000 companies and mail letters to 5000 people! Oh and get this, I have to lick the 5000 envelopes . . . with my tongue! Because this company isn't fancy enough for those envelope moisteners. Luckily I only have 2 weeks left so I'm doubting I'll even get through 2500 envelopes. Stupid temp job, I don't know if my tongue will ever heal.

Good news is that I have money in my bank! That's right Fergie, I don't have to get my broke booty home after all!