MIA

So I haven't written in a while, not that I'm delusional enough to think anyone reads this and has missed me, but thought I'd put it out there anyway. I titled this post MIA, I have been missing from my blog (although is it like the tree falling in the woods thing? If there is no one here to read this was I really missing??) Anyhoo, though the missing thing may or may not be true, the "in action" portion is totally false. I really need a life, but on the rare occasion an opportunity presents its self to be social, I usually decide to hide away at home instead. With the blinds drawn. Under the bed. This is not normal? The only reason I suspect this is not how most people live is because the characters on TV whom I live vicariously through seem to have friends and go places. Hmm. Interesting concept, but not for everyone I suppose.

So other than hiding from society, I've also had to work some temp jobs in a vain attempt to make ends meet. Temp jobs suck for a few reasons. First it's really hard to be the new kid over and over. I'm terrible with names and apparently so was one of the ladies I worked with who insisted on just addressing me as "temp." I don't even think the "t" in "temp" deserved to be capitalized. Sad. I'm tempted to refer to people by their physical or character attributes/flaws as my way of combating my inability to recall peoples names. Example: "Dave" or whatever his name is would be Stinky Guy Who Stares At My Chest. "Sally" is Lady Who Hasn't Fit In That Size Since The 80's When Those Pants Must Have Been Purchased Because I Haven't Seen Them In A Store Since "Thriller" Was Released". Let's not forget "Jen" who would be "That Fucking Bitch Who Keeps Calling Me Temp." You get the point. I've found it doesn't go over very well unless you happend to be "Trisha" who was "Totally Beautiful Girl Who I Wish I Was And Even Though I'm Straight I Would Almost Sleep With Because She's Just That Hot." She kinda looked at me weird but we got along just fine.

Alas it looks as though my temp job woes have been solved though because my former HR director and all around KICK ASS gal called and offered me my old job back. Yahoo! My job now pays $2 less than I was making when I left. Boohoo. So I sold out (except not really because I think when you sell out you actually MAKE money) I guess I gave in. They did me wrong and instead of being remorseful they financially bitch slapped me and I took it with a smile on my face like any good bitch would. But I did it because I like the people I work with. I am comfortable in my position. They provide tons of free food (yes I think the grocery money would be better applied to my check, but hey I enjoy a Rice Crispy Treat like everyone else.) And I am 7 minutes, 7 MINUTES from home. So I'm back, with an outwardly positive attitude and a inwardly desire to burn the place down. But at the end of the day does it really matter that the receptionist had to take a pay cut as long as the CEO and VP still make a large 6 figures? I think not. All is indeed right with the world.