The Temp.

Remember a few months ago when I posted about a supervisor at my old job that fired me and how that supervisor had lost her mother.
How I didn’t know what to say to her, so I avoided her for a few weeks.
Yeah, when I say it like that it sounds really bad.
But if anyone does remember that post, what I was going to say to her everyone told me was rude and insensitive.
Hopefully no one remembers that post then.

Anyways, I have been working as a temp at an Insurance agency. I mean, just because my job went away doesn’t mean my bills did.
It sucks.
I spend 4 hours a day filling out proof of insurance for people and listening to the receptionist make phone calls. Literally.
They want me to listen in on phone calls. Like tomorrow I am going to be listening in on the receptionist for two hours. Listening to her answering phone calls…
Oh boy.

So, being a temp, I am not exactly a part of the team. I don’t feel like I am really an employee there.
Anyways, last week the woman whose cubicle is right next to mine, her husband had a stroke and she was out all week.
She came in yesterday.

Do you ever think that life throws  you into situations because you are going to be uncomfortable?

Here I was again with someone who had a tragedy happen in their life and I should say something.I mean, it wasn’t like my supervisor at the last job who worked upstairs and so I just didn’t have to go see her.
Nope, this person was right next to my cubicle.
It also was different, because I have only known this person for 3 weeks and I do not plan on staying there long.

I think I just sat at my desk for about twenty minutes going back and forth with myself about what I should say to this woman.
Finally I settled with:

If you need anything, please let me know. Don’t hesitate to reach out to me.

I even thought about giving her my cell number, but I felt it was a little too much at the time.
The thing is though, it wasn’t too much.
I literally would do something for this woman if she needed it. I even thought about going and making her dinner, but again I didn’t want to be creepy since none of them know me that well.

The point is, I am working a temporary job where they treat me like I am permanent.
And I don’t know what to do about that.
I also don’t know what to do when people have problems.



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