In the Mornings, We Goldbrick

So here I am, back at the old post, literally. After six weeks of unemployment (temp assignments tend to become scarce in the summer, when larger companies can get their grunt work done by interns), my agency sent me right back to the school district, though fortunately to a different department. So now I'm part of a rather large team of temps up in the ballroom/auditorium at the top of the building (one of the ugliest and most poorly-proportioned rooms I've ever been in, though just what you'd expect at the top of one of the ugliest buildings I've ever seen), registering new and transferring K-8 students for the next few weeks.

I quite enjoy the work, one gets the sensation of actually helping people, and there is enough variety in the requests and issues that I don't have a chance to get bored, but not so much variety that I get overwhelmed. I do get rather drained, psychically, interacting with so many strangers during the course of a day, especially since a lot of them are angry or frustrated, which always rubs off on me and makes me anxious. Still, I'm liking the assignment.

The best part is that it's almost always incredibly slow in the mornings. And when it's slow, there isn't anything to do, so I've been able to do some writing. Quite a lot of writing, actually... I finished the rough draft of Chapter 7 at Worst Luck, with Part 2 (which I actually posted a couple of months ago) and Part 3 up and ready for your perusal. After almost a year of not publishing, it feels wonderful to have some movement here again. If only I knew what the next chapter was going to be like, I could get to work on it.

As always, feedback is encouraged and appreciated!

Well, there's not much else to report. And the morning is just about over, it's starting to hop in here, so I guess I'll close up and get to work. Mille bacci!

(UPDATE EDITION) PS: I just had an Odwalla Super Protein Matcha-Licious soy drink with green tea for lunch, and it was far and away the nastiest thing I have ever put in my mouth. Just thought I'd warn you. And now for a little something pretty to take the bad taste out, the babe-licious Marcus Schenkenberg (pre-Surreal Life, naturally):