My former Temp Pimp called me yesterday. Turns out I did such a good job with data entry at the concrete dungeon that they wanted me back. Given my new employment status, obviously I was unable to accept the position. Here's how that conversation went.
"[Studio name and division redacted] wants you back. Are you available?" he said with an expectant voice.
"I got a...got a job," I said, stumbling to speak the phrase I'd long rehearsed but never used.
Perplexed, my ex-Pimp wondered when that assignment would end.
"No I mean a full-time job," I explained. Hopefully this would clear up any miscommunication.
My ex-Pimp expressed congratulations mixed with a tinge of selfishness.
"Good for you. Bad for us," he said.
I was willing to let that comment go. I mean I was the best Temp in the history of Temps. So I suppose that's a compliment when he says "Bad for us." But then he closed with a line that's somewhere between insulting, fatalistic and embarrassing.
"Call me if anything changes," he concluded.
I won't.
My former Temp Pimp called me yesterday. Turns out I did such a good job with data entry at the concrete dungeon that they wanted me back. Given my new employment status, obviously I was unable to accept the position. Here's how that conversation went.
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