Temporary Life is Life.
The Temp Work Index
Logging in as Ed
Temp Work Koan
The Twelfth Floor
Becoming "The Man"
The Band-Aid Incident
Sometimes one wonders if a Temp Job is in fact a job. Here we find Our Hero haunting predominately empty office spaces.
Ennui has a quintessence. It is the Temp Job. Here you shall find rules to live by, provided you live in a temporary job.
The United States Patent and Trademark Office provides answers. Our Hero bravely skulks the halls, and learns something about the Card Catalog.
Pagination of large documents lends us an opportunity for Zen. Our Hero discovers No Purpose inside of Pointless Tasks.
The Secret Mission involving Sensitive Materials in Alien Territory, rises again. We find Our Hero enlisted in The Grand Scheme.
Answering the Phone is a bad job. Our Hero takes an unwise step, into a difficult situation.
The corporation is not prepared for a papercut. We find Our Hero searching for reparation of a greivous wound.
At some point, one begins to wonder if having NOTHING TO DO is truely ideal. The result of boredom is not usually inspiration or satisfaction.
Several perspectives vie for your favor, concerning the ineffable art of slacking. Our Heroes match aplomb vis-a-vis the Greatest of All Games.
Our Hero finds himself stuck in the wrong kind of work. Not only are there tasks to accomplish, the results are verifiable. Bad, bad temp job.