Day Two of testing human tolerance for boredom

OK, maybe not human tolerance, since we're talking about temps here, but we are in the midst of a second day of doing absolutely nothing just so that we'll be here if anything happens. Nothing is going to happen, and while I normally have no problem with people paying me for doing nothing, this is pretty grueling. Maybe if they didn't require that we actually be here it would help. Oh, well. Today is probably the last day, but the fact that they won't tell us certainly makes it difficult to plan for the next gig. In theory, this could go on for weeks, after all. God, I hope not.

Clearly time to find a new job

We had a computer issue Monday that left us unable to work for about 3 hours first thing when we got in -- mostly, of course, because there was no one from the agency here to fix the issue, which was routine, for the first two hours. Those of us who actually get in that early were left thumb-up for all that time. We were getting paid, of course, but the situation still prompted this comment:

The only thing more boring than being here actually doing this job is being here not doing this job.

That, friends, sums up the live of a contract attorney.

Guess the vacation's over

So I took Christmas off from blogging. And the day after. Boxing Day is, after all, a holiday in the UK. Mostly they drink, is my understanding. The libation of choice is a whiskey mac, or so I was told by a British girl I once dated. Apparently it involves whiskey and ginger ale. I was not so fortunate as to enjoy that tradition -- I was back at work Wednesday.  Cut the day short because we had yet another winter storm, with snow, freezing rain and the like. Kind of a disappointment, but still gave us another inch of snow or so.

So, in any event, we are back to blogging. Not that this gig is giving me anything to blog about. This might be the most boring job ever. And in Temp Town, that's saying something. Pretty much the only way to remedy that is to switch gigs, which I might be doing tomorrow. I'm starting a new job, but it's very short-term, so I'm not going to let my current gig know that I might never be back. Game plan is to say we're doing some holiday visiting. Then I'll see what occurs and take it from there. Maybe I'll be back to the Most Boring Gig Ever. Maybe not. Only time will tell.

To wake a sleeping giant?

I have suggested that someone should bring in some firecrackers to set off behind Sleepy the next time he and Morpheus get down. Oddly enough, no one wants to get fired for setting off fireworks, so there has not been a lot of support for my position. However, there is a groundswell growing in favor of the notion of putting a video on YouTube. His sleeping isn't even the funniest part of his sleeping -- it's his reaction when somebody wakes him up. He always pops awake with an "I'm here" or "I'm working" and if challenged will deny he was sleeping. No matter how long he was out. Or how loud he was snoring. No one is suggesting he isn't here. Just that he isn't conscious.