February 10, 2004
OK, this sucks.
All I can think about is my roadtrip to Vegas in April. That's why I'm working. I have to remind myself that this stupid temp job is only to get me to Vegas in April. And I hate feeling that way about a job that I have to go to every day. The least I could do is find some pleasure in it, but aside from the paycheck, there is none.
One thing I really enjoy about being a temp, however, is that I have no ties to this place or these people. I am free to mock and ridicule all of the pompous goobers walking around like they're all important. It's nice to be able to laugh at them, knowing that I'll never see them again after all of this. And they are goobers. Big, fat, white men with mobile phones plastered to their ears, speaking very loudly, as if we need to know that Jeff in LA is in conference with a major movie studio, like being twice removed from the situation makes you that much more important. And who the hell dressed you this morning, greaseball?
It's a paycheck. It's temporary. A month and a half left. I'm very excited.
