The One Where I Lose (Another) Temp Job Randomly

I always feel the compulsion to start out entries with "I know it's been (x-amount of days) since I've written, blah blah blah." I don't know why. Do I need to apologize for my intrinsic laziness?

Maybe.

So, since last time I was here, I lost my temp job, worked briefly at another temp job, and got in the running for a nanny job.

I'm aware of how much I hated the job I was doing before, but when, on a Tuesday after work, my staffing agency woman called me and was like, "They don't need you anymore," I may or may not have hit the floor. The next day (at least, the next day's day) was the 1-year anniversary of losing my newspaper job, a story that, if you don't know it, I'll be more than happy to relay, but that I don't think needs to be gotten into here. (I say the day's day, because I actually left on a Wednesday, but the date was the 4th, which was a Thursday this year.)

The thing I don't understand is why, if I want to leave a temp assignment, I'm required to give them a week's notice, but if they don't need me anymore (read: are too cheap to pay me anymore) they can literally have the agency call me on a Tuesday night and tell me not to report in Wednesday morning. I had STUFF there, you know? I had a flower, and a calendar, and a thank you card D's kid drew me. And, to add insult to injury, when I got the picture back, there was water spilled on it, presumably from the little martini mix bottle I'd had the flower in. How hard is it, really, to think to dump water out? I'm just saying. Pissed me off.

So I worked for 3 days at another place where I've worked before and LOVE, and they want me back to work like 4 days next month, if I don't already have another job by then. It's kind of a catch-22 there, because I would LOVE to go back and work there, but it's not until mid-March that they'd need me, and I'd like to have a job. . .at some point. But the nannying thing might work out, I don't know. But then I'd have to be like, um, I know I just started at the beginning of March, but I need these days off, kthx.

Still have no Internet at home, which is annoying. SO. ANNOYING. I currently have 285 unread items on my Google Reader, and I have all ideas I'm not going to get through them this evening, because I don't feel like sitting in this Barnes and Noble that long. I no longer have the patience to sit in B&N for long periods of time, because I've had to do it so much recently, for use of the Internet. But you know? At-home Internet is expensive. And I'm unemployed. So there you go.

It appears most of the city is doing Valentine's Day early, I guess because it's on a Sunday. When D and I were downtown today, even though it had snowed overnight, and was freezing, there were a lot of women running around in skirts and strappy heels. I'm guessing that's due to the VD festivities. If you're wondering, yes, I still hate the "holiday" and no, being in a relationship for this year's event has not changed my mind in the least.

But you know what IS exciting? Girl Scout cookies. I saw a troop of them set up outside of a Harris Teeter earlier today, and got way more excited than I should have. I'm going to have to buy a few boxes of (ridiculously expensive) Samoas and Tagalongs to put in the freezer. As I explained to D earlier today, my putting the cookies in the freezer has nothing to do with trying to make them keep longer and everything to do with the 'out of sight, out of mind' theory. If I'm not looking at them, I'll eventually forget they're there, and so when I open the freezer, it's like, "Oh my God, COOKIES!" And then I'll eat a few, put them back in the freezer, and begin the whole process over again. Lather, rinse, repeat, eat some freaking cookies.

I'm certain there's more that I should update people on, but I'm about blogged out. On to dodging people trying to find parking spots at restaurants.

(For those wondering, I'd no sooner started to write a thing, making fun of people and their VD activities, and D hands me a super-sweet card, the inside of which said "Happy Heart Day" and underneath it, he'd written, "(I know you're not into Valentine's Day.)" Aw.