Of Nervous Nitwittery October 14, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Journal , 21 commentsUh oh. I’m a bit stressy today. Irritable and shouty. For reasons of pennilessness, I have signed on the line and agreed to temp for four weeks. Starting tomorrow. (Or today if you’re reading this tomorrow.) I’ve never been tempted to temp in my life – I always thought it would be too scary, starting new jobs and being considered a useless dimwit. For some reason however, possibly due to aforementioned pennilessness, I decided it would be fine. Oooooh ‘eck.
It’s three months since I last went to work. What if I’m out of practice? How will I react to being surgically removed from my dressing gown and slippers? What if they’re mean to me? What if they hire temps especially to be horrible to? What if they sellotape me up and stuff me in the stationery cupboard?
On a positive note, there will be people to talk to. Even better, the job is in a joint replacement/arthritis clinic so the broken, crumbly people won’t be able to escape while I’m making up for three months without talking. And the clinic is used to having temps. They’ve had lots. So, realistically, I’m not likely to be the worst one ever, am I? Second worst, perhaps.
But. I haven’t had time to get my trousers shortened. Which means that I spent most of yesterday searching for high heels that I can’t walk in but stop my trews trailing in the mud. What if I fall over and make an exhibition of myself?
I’ve no idea what I’ll even be doing when I get there. Perhaps they’ll let me do some operations once I’ve progressed from tea-making, falling over and being tied up?
I’m a bit nervous. Can you tell? At least with my high-heeled hobbling and air of nervousness, I’ll blend in well with the patients while I’m making good my escape…
