I'm not thrilled that she's had me pack up 6 boxes of old paperwork. I think she likes that.
She casually tossed a folder on my desk after taking the contents out of it that I had a question about. I was shocked and amused. The minute she left I wrote it in my little notebook.
She's not very good at training, her 'deskside' manner is pretty bad. I've trained a lot of people in many different jobs, and this I know. She's a decent person, I think she's been overworked. I can't tell if she brings it upon herself or if her job is really that hectic. I'm getting plenty of hours this week.
I don't want to get used to the feeling of being exhausted at the end of the day because the job is so dull. But I am exhausted when I get home. I know that when you're doing something you really like, when you're done, the feeling is different. Not drained, as if the blood has been being sucked out of you by leeches all day. Kind of invigorated, like after a good work out.
Oh well. I like very much that I'm a temp. And the office is nice.the bathroom is lovely. The coffee is delicious. The controller is cute. And I get to walk by the bay each day. A little yoga in the morning, and again in the evening. Soon I'll be writing my novel. That SO makes me laugh.
Another night of pure procrastination. Chatting with my cousin on FB and surfing the net. I think I wrote 6 words on my article and pushed things around.