Sunday, November 30, 2008


Last week before we left for Boise was a rough day. I went back to work one more day at the temp job after an appointment with DHS for food stamps. That was a sentence I never thought I would type. But there I was, sitting for over two hours eavesdropping on conversations about friends that appeared on the Jerry Springer show, proudly refusing free day old Starbucks muffins in a room that seemed to suck the sunshine out of my life with every passing minute. Finally my name was called by a grandma type who seemed more disciplinarian than friendly. One half of her cubicle was covered in poodle pictures cut out of calendars; the other half was all Nascar. I was left alone while she was making copies, and I spent most of my time picturing Glenda (yes, that was her name) at home surrounded by poodles, a nascar race while crocheting an afghan. After she came back, she tapped her acrylic nails and wanted to confirm that my husband was an immigrant. I responded that he was in fact a citizen, but we do have a savings account with Emmigrant. My good grammar must have swayed her because I left with a card in my hand. Which I guess is a good thing. I'm having a hard time getting used to government aid.

Anyway, I went back to work in the reject cubicle (the girl I was subbing for came back...I tried to ignore her co-workers' exclamations of joy) and finished my day by laminating hundreds of tiny things. I was about to leave when I looked down at my wool sweater dress and realized I had brushed against a newly retouched wall. I saw the sage green streak and loudly yelled a choice word ("shiz"--it was my last day, after all). Serendipitously I had an extra dress in my backseat, changed in the parking lot, and took my dress to an eco-friendly dry cleaner, where I was given a 50% survival rate for my dress.

Adding to that the fact that I found out I only took home 60% of my actual temp wage, Thanksgiving could not have come at a better time. Early Christmas, pumpkin pie, thrifting, and little Reese put that day far in the past.


The Smiths said...

That day sucks....sorry. But we are excited to see you guys soon!

Megan said...

Temp job can kiss it.