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Tuesday November 14th - The Temp
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2000 It's lonely being a temp. I'd forgotten that look in people's eyes when they meet you as a temp for the first time; it feels like they're seeing an icon of what they think of when they hear the word "temp". That glassy look doesn't communicate personal interest. It doesn't make me feel like a real person.
But the office I'm working in is fairly mellow, for corporate America. Lots of engineers. The work is slow, but the expectation is that I stay busy. I have to admit I watch the clock. I try not to check my yahoo email too many times. I breathe deeply and try not to notice how they expect me to know things that I have not been taught, how they expect me to log onto a secure system that has not issued me a user id or a password. I just smile and do my best.
Anyway, it may be that I work there until the end of Janurary. It's not bad pay and it's a free commute on BART. I'm certainly less stressed since I no longer have to drive during rush hour. I can even make it to the gym on BART after work in about the same amount of time that I did before driving. It could be a lot worse.
Exercise log:
Lifted weight Sunday: shoulders, sides, calves and abs and 25 minutes on the precor machine. Lifted weights a bit last night: legs, then I did a 15 minute abs class followed by 20 minutes on a precor machine that was so sticky I could hardly make it through . . .
Writing log:
The Many Masks of Halloween in Strange Horizons.
I'm currently reading:
Asimov's November 1994 (good issue!) Woman: An Intimate Geography by Natalie Angier

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