gah, temping.

i started work at a company in an industrial complex in Scarborough, which is a nightmare in itself.

It gets worse: I file. all. day.

i don't mind it, because it's easy and i don't have to think too much (but it's mind-consuming enough that i can't just let my mind wander, which is dangerous). And I have my cds. It is somewhat satisfying to see the neatly stacked boxes at the end of the day... and i leave on time! for the first time in my life, i don't have to take work home.

But my hands are COVERED in paper cuts, and the pay is dismal, and i doubt i'll last one more week. Admin work is one thing.. but 8 hours of filing is another.

I'm crammed into a hot cubicle with co-workers who reek upon their return from smoke breaks. I buy chocolate bars and ration them to keep my sugar level constant. I do kegels to stay awake. At the end of this I will be braindead, and i expect my hands will take weeks to heal, but at least i'll have vaginal walls of steel.

12:35 a.m. - 2005-02-17