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For the last couple of days I have been visiting several temp agencies. Girls (can't help it, its a fact, f/m ratio in this brand is 99 to 1, and even the 1 is a guess still having meet one guy) in shirts and skirts (it might be fancy logo jeans, but those desk-girls never show there legs for no reason) that act as small town miss Corporate ruling the world with a look of breezy contempt ( 'Don't dare to think you are anything here boy! I break you or make you, so better be a good sweet-mouthed loser' ) always, within secs, followed with that bleak glance of boredom, as if realizing she made already a too big investment, showed too much effort, and perhaps, if lucky, someone goes as far to an effortless moment of scanning the resume ('why so many gaps?' uh...) before sinking back in the ergonomic chair with an almost hearable sigh.

What am I doing here? What happens on that computer screen when I answer those (intake) questions? Red crosses on the appropriate places? And why do all these girls talk like that french teacher at high school, resulting in the instant drop of that course the moment I was able to? Where is the interest, the acknowledgment, the helping hand? Questions that popped up in my mind - at one agency I was 8 minutes late on my second visit (first one: 'come back later, the system has crashed, bye') and all I got was "I thought you wouldn't come anymore. This is a job-interview you must know... - while examining my clothes (camouflage shorts, hat, and 'Geek Clothing' imprinted T) wondering what I would make of that, would I also yawn, even just mentally, secretly but oh so obvious?

Ok, maybe I am not fair. After all someone was impressed with the perfect layout of my resume (no words on the content, of course, and I had to offer myself a chair while the conversation took off, but hey she was right, it looked good). And yeah, 2 years of idleness, despite my splendid excuses, it's only the happy few that are impressed, and still I got offered (only once) a cup of coffee.

So what's next? Not much. The weathermen claim the end of this exceptional sunny weather as soon as next monday, so better carpe diem of what's left, not? Graveyard skies and solid shoes (first time in 2 month, amazing) splashing in puddles, watching the reflection of blue-collar me? Oh boy.

Tags: Ambition