Hazlenut High School

So in the words of Meredith Grey I was trying to be bright and shiny Taryn. Thought I'd try out the whole bright attitude mantra to see if good things would soon come my way because of my outstanding karma. But peeps keep getting in my way and ruining bright shiny Taryn.

Example 1: My last temping gig was at "Hazelnut High", a local artsy fartsy (or "performing arts" private school). My duty was data entry which is muy boring but whatever, such is the life of a temp. Problemo #1, once again I must deal with the immediate assumption that since I am a temp I must be a bimbo. Naturally, the blonde hair doesn't help this case and I must smile nicely while realizing that I most likely have more education under my belt than any of them will aspire to (that's what it is good to be a master, you shall see JK)....Problemo #2, the desk I am assigned is not designed very well and in the first day I lose sensation in my wrists and develop a nagging crick whenever i move them. I ask for a notebook to prop the keyboard on and in response I am given a floppy covered one. Guess how much support this gives. So the next day and for the remainder of my time I bring in my own personal hardcover notebook that I had in grad school and which contained a culmination of notes from my favorite/most interesting courses. Great! Stupendous! I make fabu progress on their boring project. Then the dude whose desk I was using asked if I would mind moving to a laptop since it was his last couple of days and he needed to straighten it. Sweet, laptops rock! So I move onto a dell laptop in my own private office. My last day was on Friday and I hear them crack open an alcoholic beverage or two to celebrate the dude and also make fun of students (seemingly a favorite pasttime of people in education) while I work. Five pm arrives and I gather my stuff and return to the first office to get my notebook. As it was hidden amongst other things I decide to open it. All I see are blank pages. "Did you throw out my notes??" I ask in as nice a voice as I can manage. OH yeah, they threw out my notes because they asked "everyone" in the office if they knew to whom the notes belonged. I'm no full fledged investigator but let's just think of who could notes about crime, forensics, and child abuse belong to in a performing arts school????? Could it be the temp who has mentioned her MA in Criminal Justice. Fantastic these SOBs threw out my personal property AND didn't even pay me well

Example #2, I braved the mall again and was forced by mommy dearest to try on a skirt that I had no interest in. Dumb ass woman decides to ignore the look under the door rule of dressing room conduct. Also ignores the knock before entering rule. What rule does she observe? The open the door and look check. Say wha?! No thanks sister friend, people gotta pay for that kinda show. So I oh so nicely shove the door right back in her face to which she utters, "er uh sorry" in a meek and newly nasal voice.

Example #3, also occurs in the mall. I was looking at a cart in the middle section of the mall when all of a sudden my surgically repaired knee caves in. This no longer happens without provocation and what do i see? A rude woman who clipped me with her mall provided stroller rocket. Do I get a sorry? Hell no! So my response is to say in a somewhat loud voice, "hey no worries, it didn't hurt that you just slammed into me and kept walking. " She's lucky I didn't go New York on her cause my tolerance level was reaching its limit. If not for the nice gift wrap ladies who gave me some store coupons when i first got to the mall I'm thinking I would've had to bust out my ninja moves.

So I'm trying to be bright and shiny but someone is gonna have to keep all of these yahoos away from me.