I've been working this shit temp job for about 6ish weeks now and it just gets worse and worse. I've never had a work environment like this before. In the time I've been here, people still don't know my name. One of the guys working here yelled at us (temps) across the room yesterday, "Is one of y'all's name Valerie?" No. It's not. We've been CONSTANTLY doing their work for 6 weeks, even things we shouldn't be doing, like their own personal projects, and yet they still don't know our names. People literally walk up to us every day and hand us things to do. Learn my name dammit.

There are 3 of us temps and one is gone; she quit today. This woman could not mention Barack Obama without somehow mentioning the Nazis or Hitler in the same sentence. She apparently had TWO interviews yesterday and was offered a job today so off she goes. I've applied to hundreds of jobs and have nothing. Frankly, I don't get that.

There's some huge project happening here in the next couple of weeks and I've been volunteered to to help out on the 1st, working from 7:30am to 4pm. The woman coordinating the whole thing (let's call her Suzie) comes up to our floor today to hand us the schedules. It should have been me and the other girl, but since she quit today, Suzie had to find a replacement. Her reaction when she found out the other woman quit? "Boo! Good for her but boo!" She then walks up to me, hands me my schedule, and says, "I hope you don't get a job soon too!"

Thanks, bitch. Seriously? Who says that? And no, she wasn't joking. And as if that weren't bad enough, I had to make a run to her floor to talk to someone else and she saw me and assumed that I was there to talk to her--"No! Don't tell me you got a job!"

G's mom pulled some strings and talked to some friends and I have an interview for a receptionist position Monday morning. After all of this I'm losing hope. I want to be optimistic but I don't fucking know.

A part of me is happy that I'm not the only one in this sort of rut. Everyone I've talked to is either unemployed or working a shit job and unhappy. The transition is rough.

I hope I don't get stuck in a receptionist/admin assistant career path. What a waste.

There's another gun show next weekend and G's parents have been mumbling about promoting me from door-sitter to cashier, which means I'll get to interact with every crazy who walks through the door. That should provide for some interesting experiences.

I am seriously considering going to grad school and somehow turning my gun show observations into some sort of dissertation. I'm not sure what I'll write about the gun show people just yet, but I feel like it could be a unique paper. Either way I need to go to school again because it's better than all this.