Ten Sucky Things About Temp Work

by Thomas M. Pender

A companion piece to last week’s Ten. . . . Just teasin’, Aquent.  Love ya!

10)          You never get to unpack your cutesy toy things to put out on your desk

9)            Your “vacation time” is the time you sit at home sweating when your next gig will come along

8)            Your “sick time” is made up of the days you feel nauseous because you haven’t worked in weeks

7)            You never get a cool nameplate for your desk or cubicle.  Not even a cheesy nametag.

6)            You never hear wild rumor mill lies about yourself . . . or get to spend time finding out who started the lies, and plotting your sweet revenge!

5)            Tearful hugs on your last day?  Nada.

4)            Corporate ladder?  Advancement? . . . Not so much.

3)            You have to really time your assignment right in order to get to any office Christmas parties

2)            Not enough time to find the sweet candy stashes to pilfer

and

1)            You never get to stay at one job long enough to figure out who to dislike

Ten Great Things About Temp Work

by Thomas M. Pender

10)          Your superiors are always happy to see you

9)            No chore is beyond your ability

8)            Dress code, schmess code!

7)            When your time is already paid for, and they don’t have work for you . . . hmmm, what’s in the fridge today?

6)            Remembering names isn’t really an issue

5)            You’re invited to all the chili cook-offs, Thanksgiving potlucks and birthday celebrations, where your only assignment is to eat

4)            Not only is it not frowned upon, but it’s expected that you’ll be schmoozing and networking for your next job

3)            Temp work teaches you to never burn bridges, because you never know what co-temps or temp bosses you’re going to work with or for again in the near future

2)            You won’t be in one spot long enough to learn to dislike anyone

and

1)            Whenever blame is flying about, you can always do the “Hey, I’m just a temp.  What do I know?” bit