Yesterday was the first, the last, and the only time I will ever temp as an administrative assistant. I don't know what I was thinking. In my entire working career, I was never an administrative assistant. The closest job I could relate was my college job answering the phone at Tower Records and that I usually did in my sleep (literally). So why did I do it you ask? Well I hear you have to try things at least once and it was for a film company that I thought might be cool. Mostly it was for the money since I am butt ass poor and got bills to pay.
While sitting in my 2 x 4 cell for 9 hours straight I made some observations. Here they go:
1. The woman I worked for is an executive VP nightmare that talks too loud and does not dress like her title suggest. For a minute, I thought I was working for Harry Potter's evil stepmother complete with purple jacket, high-water pants and nun shoes.
2. Executives are high maintenance primadonnas with no brains. But you knew that right?
3. All the other assistants in the office were very nice. I had my eye on the assistant to my left who I thought looked like Joaquin Phoenix. Yummy.
4. The clock on the computer is one minute faster than the clock on the little phone message thing (which is like one of those machines the deaf use to communicate on the phone). I had to send her a message with who was on the phone (all names were spelt phonetically) so I am sure with each one she hated me more. Bad spellers like me should never do assistant work.
5. The desk I sat at was very dusty and not personal at all. For a known film company you would think they would be a little cleaner and somewhat fun. Not one picture or funny object on this desk. I mean come on, if I am going to sit there all day give me a stress ball or something to play with.
6. Towards the end of the day I started to compile some lists about temp work like "reasons to kill oneself when at a temp job," "how to kill oneself while on a temp job," and "how to avoid temp jobs that would make you want to kill yourself." I am editing them now and hope to post them later today.
So in a nutshell, my workday truly sucked. Later that night I went out to dinner with my friend and spent half of my day's pay on steak and some beers. The rest will go to beauty products to hide my temping scars.
