Apparently my smile and excellent typing skills can be resisted because last Thursday, the law office told me they had nothing for me to do the next day and that my assignment was complete. It being my first temporary position, I was half expecting them to keep me much longer because I was more efficient than some of the salaried employees- but I'm not one to mess with the flow of things. Also, because they had run out of things I was brought in to do, they looked for things to fill the time on Thursday and I ended up hole-punching monthly invoice records. Half-way through a stack of sheets, I came ridiculously close to welling up, realizing the awfully productive way I was putting the last four years to use. Ouch.
Anyway, I called the employment agency first thing Friday morning asking to be re-assigned as my shtick at the law office was complete and I got an answer that I thought I wasn't going to have to experience: "We don't have anything right now, but we'll give you a call as soon as something comes up."
So, my miserable case of unemployment continues. Now it's a matter of filling the time so I don't become an unproductive lump of jobless depression. Over the weekend, I started searching for apartments (jumping the gun maybe, but it's a seriously involved process.) I continue to fight with the gritty lines of pastels and have tried, unsuccessfully, to read Anna Karenina countless times. Oh, and the find job post, write cover letter, send resume, get no response cycle continues.
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