KRISTA OVERBY BEST FRIEND

Alone.  I feel alone.  I miss having my own friends.  I’m living with some of my best friends, but I feel lonely because I’m fallen into their life and am desperately seeking to build one of my own.  I’m sitting here alone tonight and want to call someone so bad and say, hey what are you doing, want to hang out?  But I have no one.  I’ve chosen this, I know I have.  I just want to fast forward this part of the “Krista’s New Life” and stop on the point when I have a job and a place to live and some friends.  Ah shit, I’m just feeling sorry for myself.  I’m going to try to stop now.

I know, I’ll rate my temp job!  Yeah!

Of course, the temp ratings are as follows:

1 = Hellish
3 = Are they serious with this shit?
5 = Fine, if you have no expectations
7 = Niiiice
10 = Are there any job openings?

I grade the following perks: snacks and drinks, chair, other admins, boss man, location, and extras.

1.  Snacks and Drinks - (6) I knew when I moved to Denver the work scene would be a little different.  I don’t know why or in what way, it’ just something I thought…in my head.  So, basically I had low expectations.  Saying that I was pleasantly surprised when the company I’ve been temping for - I’ll call it, Doctors Can Be Pricks, offered free water and diet coke.  Nice work.  Sadly, they don’t offer coffee, although they do have a coffee maker…but no one ever makes the coffee.  Perhaps I should?  Nah…I’ll just complain about not having any.
2.  Chair - (5) - I haven’t really thought much about my chair, which can only mean it’s fully adequate.  In fact I couldn’t even tell you what color it is and I’ve worked there almost 3 weeks.

3.  Other Admins - (7) - it’s a really small office.  Only 3 other people.  They are very nice.   Of course, everyone seems to be nice in Denver.  Oh, everyone except the Doctors I have to work with.  Luckily, I only have to deal with them via email and the phone, but the majority of my interactions involve them being total dicks.  Today I got an email from a Doctor telling that, “in health care we use the title Doctor when addressing an email” I mistakenly thought she was a nurse and didn’t write, Dear Dr. when emailing her about something…it was a really patronizing email and I wish I could remember the whole thing.  Jeez, I know she was in school while I was spending my time smoking pot and reading crappy novels, but shit man, give a temp a break.  I would have figured it out eventually and seriously, do you think getting an email every now and again that doesn’t address you as Doctor would really be so bad?  Next time I write you I’m gonna address you as Doctor, but in my head all I’m going to be thinking about is bitch bitch bitch.

4.  Boss Man - (7) - He’s a strangely reticent individual.  He doesn’t speak much, but he seems fine.  I wish I could say more…he has a nice beard.

5.  Location - (6) - When I drive, it’s a dream.  It’s probably the shortest commute I’ve ever had.  Only about 15 minutes door-to-door.  And they have me a remote door opener to the underground parking lot…sweet.  However, I don’t get the car all the time…especially now that I’ve been told my driving days are over and now I move into the days of public transportation.  Today was my first day as a bus commuter.  The journey was short, but the wait for the bus was way long.  The buses only come about twice and hour, which sucks.  It took me over an hour to get home today…suckety suck suck.  The buses are nice here though.  They are rarely crowded and the seats are padded…lux!

6.  Extras - (7) - I got taken out to lunch the other day!  Whooo.  It was Mongolian barbecue…nice.  I love a good buffet o meat.  They also brought me back a water bottle from some conference.  Whoop.  The profits of tempdom are high.  Sure, you don’t get benefits and you know that tomorrow you could be told not to come in, but then again…you get the pleasure in knowing that tomorrow you might not have to come in.

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