I work for a temp agency. No, no --I'm not a temp myself-- I send temps to companies. That's my job.

If you're a client, I'm the one you call when your temp doesn't show up. I'm the one you call when your temp steals your credit card to buy "Body Solutions" when you are in a meeting. I'm the one you call when you discover that the temp lost that very important file you needed by 3 o'clock today. I'm the one you call when you want to accuse me of sending you someone "retarded."

If you're a temp, I'm the one you call at the last minute on a Friday when you decide that it's too nice out to go to work, especially when it's just "a temp job" and not a "real job." I'm the one you call when you want to confess that you accidently spilled coffee on that very important file, and that you threw it in the bathroom garbage, hoping no one would notice.

Yep. That's me.

As far as I can tell, it's the closest thing to hell on this planet.