As I mentioned before, temping in Hollywood can be fun. You get to read scripts, do coverage (what you think of a script), provide notes (how to fix a script). Real entertainment industry stuff. But then there's Temping's evil twin. The hourly world has a Yin for every Yang. We call this "TEMP" work. I got a call late yesterday for a two-day assignment. This job was TEMP work.
As I ride the elevator this morning, two women begin a conversation.
"Long night last night?"
"Yeah. I was here until 9. Lucky that we got a temp coming in today to deal with this crap."
The elevator stops, and we all get out together. I look around for the receptionist or someone who can tell me where to go. One of the women notices that I have that lost look.
"Are you the Temp?"
"Yep. The one who gets to deal with the crap." (Actually I didn't say anything after "Yep," but it would have been fun if I did.)
My Pimp said among other things, my job was to, "Assist with Purging and Consolidation of Files." Translation "Filing a bunch of stuff and throwing out the rest." You see, the office I was working at was moving, so my job was to dump stuff that hadn't been looked at since the last time they moved offices.
Remember that scene at the end of "Raiders of the Lost Ark" when the Feds have the Ark stored in a warehouse with a zillion other things. It was a lot like cleaning out that room. I wish I could say this was hyperbole, but as I was cleaning I found a copy of Lotus 1-2-3 on a 5 1/4" floppy disk. These size disks haven't even been manufactured since 1988! I was throwing away 20-year old junk! Anyway, over the course of the day, I filled 7 of those industrial size recycling bins, disposed of hundreds of binders, and then there was filing. Lucky for me I passed the alphabetizing skills section as part of my temp "qualifications exam."
For as mundane as today was, there were two postives -- no paper cuts and the cafeteria special was barbecue beef sandwich. Sometimes you gotta take what you can get.
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