temps

I started a new job about a month ago. I really like it. Mostly because I love the people I work with. I find myself wondering sometimes if I would like the job if it weren't for my co-workers. I might. But isn't it funny how working with people you LOVE makes anything seem better? I could do some horrible horrible things... as long as it was with great people.

Anyway, part of my job is hiring "temps" from a temp agency to complete a project we have going on. I call them all "Ryan" from the beginning until I learn their name. Not out loud. Just in my head. (If you have seen the Office, you understand that... if not, I'm not going to explain. sorry.)

Temps are a funny breed actually. They have some advantages over permanent employees.
For one, they won't be around to clean up their messes.
I also often wonder if they try on new and different personalities at each new job site.
They only really get involved in "temp" issues.

In the past week and a half alone, I have had temps that have alternator problems, birthday days off, low blood sugar, two flat tires, Grandma broke her ankle and had to be rushed to the hospital so I need to be with her, bright pink hair, and now today an apparent hangover.

The staffing agent and I are become close friends. It's great.

You don't hear me complaining. I can take it. Actually, without the temps, it might be boring. I like to stay on my toes!