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Temp Within a Temp
- 4/8
After deciding the house husband life was not for me, I went out
to the employment agencies and had a rite of passage. I became a
temp. A hired gun. The player you trade for to get you over the
hump at the most critical time. I just secured myself three weeks
of stable employment. However, the experience was so dreadful I
pulled out after only a week and a half. So I temped at the temp
job. I was a temp within a temp. We can say "TWAT" for short.
I worked at a big women's clothing company in L.A.'s garment
district. The surroundings were dreadful, and mapquest said it was
only 20 minutes to get there when the infamous California traffic
made it closer to an hour. And the company was so big that I had
to park in a lot so far away it made the commute an hour and a
half.
Now when you work in fashion you can assume that your coworkers
are either gay, snobs or gay snobs. These people looked away from
you at all costs and were so imprisoned by their work that they
only spoke in the language of fashion.
Them: "Look for the POs on jacket cuts YED and PBO then run a cut
& sold report for dress hemlines."
Me: "What does 'look' mean?"
One thing I did like about the company was its diversity. It was
so diverse I was the only white guy. In my office it was me, a a
Hispanic woman and a black woman working under an Indian man and I
was temping in place of an Asian woman. Each day at noon we all
held hands and sang "We Are the World."
The black woman was an old school, Southern baptist black woman.
She was so good at making herself laugh she woke me up everytime I
took a nap under my desk.
One bizarre episode was on the first day when the Asian woman was
still there and asked me to do some dress size breakdowns for her.
I was baffled. The Asian is asking me to do math? The Asian, who
is 75% computer wants me to calculate?
The final oddity was the IT guy with the thick British accent. I
didn't know if I wanted to ask him for computer help or make out
with him. (British accents are hot!)
Well, I've babbled enough. I'm at home again, but I'm not a house
husband. I'm a self-employed professional. Now if you excuse me, I
have a British guy to make out with.
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3/18 - The House Husband
2/8 - Playing With House
Money No More
1/22 - Get Out of School Free Card
1/21 - Shoveling Dad
1/6 - Vegas Baby Vegas
12/26 - The Rock n' Roll
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12/14 - Making the
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12/7 - Lucky Seven
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