A Reprieve

Sometimes a temp assignment is a gift. Right now I’m working in the interactive online department of a top-tier political mar-com firm. In a really short time, I’ve learned a good deal about how to use, optimize and analyze Google AdWords, create sophisticated and useable metrics for online campaigns, a thing or two about Salsa Labs’ progressive online organizing platform…okay, I know I sound like a total geek. But it really is exciting and educational to be here if things like metrics, data and politics float your boat (they do mine).

And, drumroll please: I got to write a marketing proposal for my favorite senator. Score!

Sadly, this assignment ended today. So sad. Please let me stay here forever! Don’t send me back to endless story pitching, boring admin, or the bureaucratic hell of non-profits.

Dubious Honor

I just met with a recruiter or three. Sadly, the one who liked me best was the temp recruiter. And why shouldn't she love me? I'm pretty sure I'm the best temp in all of Washington, DC. This isn't a boast; it's gotta be the world's most dubious honor. How can I be everyone's very favorite temp -- a magical contractor who not only handles high-level work way outside her pay grade, but diligently performs odious, tedious tasks with care -- and still have no job offer?

And, I'm such a spazz...the recruiter told me she wouldn't even write my bottom-line salary expectation in her notes because it was too low.

I'm pretty sure the favorite-temp/salary things are related. Just a sign of my high self-esteem.