Kates lesbian open diary

8/15/2009
This is the first day off in two weeks…no weekend days lollygagging in PJ, drinking beer and eating Oreos. No leisurely evenings strolling around the neighborhood with Catfish. What I have discovered about temping is that you generally walk into a group of people who have been over worked for years and finally the boss says she will provide some temporary help. The problem is, you become the lackey for everyone--the pressure hole where all that pent up anger and fatigue is forced through. I can tell you honestly that it takes a very mature and wise woman to put up with all that I have had to put up with lately. I’m not convinced I’m up to the task.

8/19/2009
There are three women at work that are beginning to treat me as a human being. Charmin (there’s a grim story about being named after her mother’s favorite toilet paper) is a big, shiny brown woman whose smile makes you feel like curtains were thrown back on a sunny day. She talks to herself all of the time so it’s hard knowing when she is actually talking to me, but I’m beginning to figure it out. This pleases her because most people just chalk her up as nuts. But she is no where near nuts. She is bright, funny, and well traveled. She’s been to all fifty states and most of Europe. I like the fact that I have known her now for almost a month and I still have no idea if she is married, attached, single, or lonely. Then there is Geneva. Geneva is a slim, bird-like woman who always finds a way to let me know when the boss is approaching my desk. It’s generally subtle--a quick nod of her head, or a flickering of her eyebrows. My desk is near the back of the work room, facing the back, so I never know what’s happening behind me. It took me a while to understand that this twitchy woman was actually sending me signals. She doesn’t talk to me otherwise. Even when I initiate a conversation, she answers with brevity and curtness, so I’m not quite sure how to take her. On the other hand, Daneelya makes a point of saying good morning to me every day. Every day she brings in some treat she baked the evening before. Most of them are quite good. The only caution is that you have to endure a blow by blow account of the entire recipe, where each ingredient was purchased and for how much, and whether alternate ingredients can be used. So far it has been worth it but I can see why some of the longer standing employees avoid her like the plague.