You see, temps are lonely beings. They re basically unemployed, and shuffle every day from one mindless job to the next. Their lives lack growth and maturity and stability. They lack fulfillment and they lack the warmth of a reliable spring of human contact. In short, a temp s life is a desolate one filled with unrealized desires.
Seductive eyes glance hungrily at each new person strutting into the room.
I ve been both the object of pick-ups and instigator thereof. Many pick-ups succeed. Some at the agency, some on the job. And it doesn t hurt to bond with any other cool people you happen to meet as you swing from one job to the next on your journey through Planet Temp. So temping rocks.