I've got no strings to hold me down...

I have been seriously madly deeply in love with my life right now. Temping, yes temping, has provided me with some (gasp) fulfillment.

Temping for me is the tasting platter of employment. I have been booked at a variety of short term placements and each has provided insight into places I COULD HAVE worked- my fictional lives (lives not lead, jobs not done, parallel universes). I have worked at very corporate real estate offices, accounting firms, and today I’m working here. (Got to get around the Google alert somehow).

The jobs have provided quick blimps of insight into New York employment that I could not be privy to in any other way. I do not have the energy, desire, or time to have a career in these fields, but I do have time to answer your phones for the day. (I will not vex on how time is bringing us all down by not allowing us to explore our full selves completely, not allowing us the years to become experts and explore magnitude of paths. That and money. Time and money will always fight against our complete fulfillment as an individual. Of course time will always be the big winner in that three way fight.

And I digress….)

Temping has also made me appreciate my path and the choices I have made. I would complain previously about having “office jobs.” Believe me. I have never, ever had an office job. Fashion PR and event planning are about as untraditional as it gets when you compare it to working in a cubical at an office called White, Straight, Old Guy and Associates. (A demographic I have never have the privilege to work with before.)

Perhaps the biggest reason I love temping is I know it is going to end. In mere months I will be a school girl again and will be fully interested and invested in what I’m doing. One can not over-emphasize what one can overlook and muster through when there is an end date in sight.

In other news, I decided I’m going to New Hampshire with Mel for the next few days (and I didn’t have to ask permission from an employer… love temping flexibility). I am very much looking forward to the trip. I need a beach. As I told Claire yesterday, “I feel like I can not be kind or love someone fully. When that happens I know I have to get out of the City for a few days.” She called me insane, but it’s true. This City, especially in the heat and summer, gets in your head. After you're out for a few days you always want back in, but getting out, especially for a girl who loves trees, is necessary.

Photos of nature at its best in the next round.