Drink: Gallons and gallons of low quality, Darjeeling tea
Temping is a young person’s game. A lot of us have felt the dirty need to take on some quick fit employment for a quick money fix to put some fresh crumbs on the table. Throw in a dodgy job market, the absence of a steady career, and the recent conclusion of a degree, and suddenly I’m a temp agency’s wet dream.
You may end up at the same place regularly, maybe moved around a bit, or usually called in for one-time events. It can be fun or, more than likely, extremely painful, but it’s a bit of money with no-strings-attached. I guess it’s a lot like being a prostitute – you tell yourself it’s just this one time, and it’s only for the money, but you keep going back every time your agency pimp calls you up. Oh, and you always feel the need to shower afterwards too. You dirty little hospitality whore.
I have come up with a new sport: Distance-Golf. See, the problem is, watching golf is boring. I can’t understand why people spend days on end watching people do the same thing over and over. Step 1; hit ball, then follow it. Step 2; hit ball a shorter distance, then follow it. Step 3; hit ball a very short distance, follow it. Step 4; hit ball into hole, follow it, then return to step 1. There’s even someone to carry your things for you; your very own boredom-entourage.