***Crossroads. Again (Part I)***

I felt a lot of frustration over the past couple of weeks. I was not happy with losing my last job, for example. I mean, while most people find such a loss tiresome, I felt it more keenly since I finally realized that the novelty of temping is wearing a bit thin.

There was a time I enjoyed tempting, of knowing my true boss was the agency, not the "supervisor" on site. Worries about health benefits or retirement? Bah. For those wimps who take those lashes on the back (figuratively or literally) from abusive co-workers or supes. Incremental pay raises? Bah. I'll go find another job with pay that accurately reflected my skills and experience. (At one point I doubled my rate with simple job change.)

Now I'm half-hoping* this current assignment goes perm. What's changed? Attachments.

Specifically, I now want a perm job I don't have to worry where the next paycheck comes from. My salary provides our discretionary income: when I don't work, we have to rein in our book-buying, eating out, buying cars, etc.; basically, all the activities that make life fun. More importantly, I revolve much of my activities around work because of the amount of time it takes out of my day. (At least eleven when counting getting ready and driving to and fro from work.) Working from 0700 to 1600 gives a different amount of time for extracurricular activites than working from 0900-1800.

Sigh. This current assignment's scheduled to last until mid-January. I'm already committing too much time just thinking of what to do afterwards.


*Why only half? That pay's a bit low, barely making the low end of my regular rates. I would have been estatic a decade ago. Now, well, it's just sustenance.