I've been floating among a sea of cubicles, hanging onto the Internet for support while sustaining myself on cups of free coffee and drowning my sorrows in diet coke...
Things have been a little bonkers in Brittany Land. (Bonkers in Brittanyland....will you please write that musical for me? Ok, thanks.) I had to pick up a two-week temping gig and take a break from the manic auditioning. No matter how much I'd like to sustain myself on oatmeal, I needed a some cash and more vitamins in my diet.
But you know what? Its okay. Temping is wonderful because its flexible, easy, and you get to leave. No matter how much you like your temporary position or don't like it, you are finished at the end of your contract, which is usually one week.
There are so many unhappy people here in OfficeVille. They don't like to say good morning. They rarely make eye contact in the hallways. I feel compelled to count down the hours until I can go home. Its very obvious who loves their job, and who is here because it is a job. The ones who are content shine out from the crowd. They are generous with their smiles.