So I’ve been working a temp assignment this week involving long hours of standing outside in all kinds of weather approaching complete strangers to offer my assistance. Yeah, so not me, but money is money these days. I thought I’d give you ten tiny nuggets of wisdom that I’ve come up with over the last few days while trying not to go out of my mind.
- Standing on concrete for 7 hours is a bitch. (Concrete or cement? Don’t know, don’t care, it’s murder on the feet and legs, chickadees.)
- Rubber mats are a god send. For about 4 hours.
- Wool socks and fingerless mitts make standing out in the cold and rain more bearable. A wool hat would have helped.
- If some people ever emptied the trash out of their cars it would fill a landfill the size of Texas. (Are they emotionally attached to garbage? Do they like the smell of stale hamburgers and sour chocolate milkshakes? When they buy a new car, do they transfer it to the new one or start fresh? How much work is it to empty the trash once a year? Seriously.)
- There are more Fords, Chevys and Toyotas in my town than Land Rovers, Jaguars or Mercedes Benz.
- Putting your jacket hood up to ward off the wind makes people think you’re going to rob them. Heh.
- Extensive research has shown that standing on one leg, then the other has no effect on speeding up the passage of time. Neither does hopping in place, turning in circles, shifting your weight or shivering. Boredom has not reached the point of testing the effect of standing on my head. Yet. (Damn. Hope I got that effect/affect right; tell me if I’m wrong.)
- The driver’s seat of most cars is not designed to accommodate one human of the fluffy elderly female persuasion, a Shih Tzu, a cockapoo and a 40-pound mutt. Just sayin’, at least put the mutt in the back seat while driving.
- The slowest hour of the day is the next-to-last one.
- Cats never get to go for a ride in the car. They should complain. Oh, wait, they already do, all the time.
Must go soak my feet. My public awaits me in the morning.
Soak! Soak! I feel for you. I’ve done my fair share of horrid temp jobs and I’m sure I will again.
My temp jobs were generally of the receptionist variety. Which involves sitting comfortably, sometimes with a headset. My feet ache in sympathy with yours.
Good job on the effect/affect thing — you got it right
Oh, you poor thing. I hope you and your feet are feeling better today.
Girl, knit yourself a hat! Double up some yarn and I bet you could have it done in one night! Good luck, I hope your days improve.
So, which is worse – the talkative judge on election day or standing by an ATM machine? And can you knit while you’re standing there? That might dispel the thought that you’re going to rob them. And like Kmkat, my temp jobs were all secretarial; I just had to adjust the computer monitor (always set for a shorter person) and read illegible handwriting. So enjoy your soak!
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