It's way more predictable than the weather. Whenever it snows, the staff employees of most major NYC companies take a snow day or vacation day or sick day--whatever it takes to get them out of work--and then the agency employees are called in to rescue the helpless, over-paid executives who don't know how to answer their own phones or use a computer.
I can always expect a voicemail message from my agency, awaiting my attention as soon as I finally open my eyes. I have the ringer turned off on my bedroom phone, so I can deal with all this chaos after I have gotten sufficient beauty rest. One of my "favorite" clients requested my presence and expertise, and so I have been working 12-hr shifts for the past three days. At least they pay us well, and feed us too—so it's all good.
So, when the sun came up, I went home and now I am recuperating. I got to see the Olympics' closing ceremonies, but yesterday, missed the four-man bob sled race, and that was one event that I really did want to see. But what can you do. A girl's gotta eat. Maybe I can see it on the Web.
I have vowed to get busy and be a lot more productive before the next assignment, because I know, inevitably, it will come. No more puttting off until tomorrow. For now....... Good night.
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