I know I have a self-imposed restriction on blogging about my job, but there are a few things that I think I can say without getting dooced.

1) I was in a meeting today with a lot of people that I don’t really know. This is not at all uncommon at my job. Since I am but a lowly temp, most people don’t bother introducing themselves to me unless they need something from me. And as loud and boisterous as I might be in my personal life, I’m sort of quiet at work and try as I might, I am just not the girl who’s going to be all, “Hi, I’m Cindy, who are you?”

Anyway, back to the meeting. Blah blah standard monthly reviewcakes. (I’ve obviously been reading way too many TwoP recaps lately.) Afterward, this girl who was in the meeting came up to me, introduced herself, and asked what I do. Just like that, “So what’s your role here?” Um, ok. Does that seem strange to anyone else? I can’t really imagine striking up a conversation with someone at work by asking them what they do. So I told her, and of course she has no idea what any of my stuff means, the same way I have no idea what any of her stuff means. She doesn’t even know who my boss is. There was really no point to the conversation at all. It was so strange.

2) About an hour ago, I was sent out to go retrieve the ID card of my boss’s boss, who it seems had left it in a conference room two buildings away. Our ID cards are what let us in the building, so it’s sort of important to have. It was odd that I was asked to go get it, because it’s essentially a personal errand, and I’ve never been asked to do something like that before. The whole thing was sort of anti-climactic – I walked over there and stopped by the receptionist’s desk first, because I thought maybe someone would have already found it and turned it in. And of course, someone had, so there were no real investigative skills required on my part. But I got to come back and be all like, “hey, I heard you were looking for this,” and be the big hero for the afternoon, so that’s cool. (Especially since I am terrified of my boss’s boss, because I am convinced that he doesn’t like me, but that’s a whole different story.)

3) This is the only part of the work-related post that might be dooce-able. There is someone I work with who absolutely drives me insane. I’m not saying who it is, or what this person does in relation to me. But this is one of those situations where because I am a temp and this other person is a full-time employee, the person assumes that he/she is my boss, when in fact he/she is not. And there is something about his/her personality and the way that he/she approaches me that totally rubs me the wrong way. I had to work with this person for a few hours yesterday afternoon, and I went home last night with a pounding headache behind my right eye. (It was still twitching when I went to bed.) It has gotten to the point where I can hear this person talking to someone else in the hall, and just the sound of his/her voice makes me want to hide under my desk. That’s not good.

(Think they can fire me for writing that? I wonder…)

Not much else going on here. I just keep re-reading this and giggling. Will someone get me a subscription to All You magazine? Pretty please?