There's something about office temping that is actually more soul-destroying than bar work. In the bar, people talk to you. You're still a glorified cleaner on minimum wage, but at least your customers and colleagues look you in the eye and engage in conversation - sometimes intelligent conversation.
An office temp is too transient to warrant that much investment. S/he is still a glorified cleaner, on slightly better pay. I think the worst thing is that everyone around you is wrapped up in their work, stretching their brains, while I - who am not dumb, really - get asked to make coffee.
The coffee thing is the worst part. Menial faxing and filing I can do. It's useful. Productive. To me, the coffee has come to symbolise the state of being whereby you're undervalued, underestimated, and unachieving.
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