Finally...
Cards canceled. Passport, Fedexed. Flight, secure.
Having some guy who works for the other company tell you he spilled water in the conference room it's not your job to clean? Priceless. Suck it up with your coke straw, jackass; I'm gone.
A day by day and often hourly account of a temp
Cards canceled. Passport, Fedexed. Flight, secure.
Of course two hours before I leave for a week my boss in LA loses her wallet.
I've has an eye twitch for the last 14 hours. You know the little fluttering kind that make you look and feel utterly dumb? Being the good card-carrying-WebMD-checking hypochondriac that I am, I found this:
Today a co-worker of mine ran into the guy who the movie The Pursuit of Happyness is based on. I guess she recognized him from Oprah. After he gave her a big hug (which she didn't ask for, ps) she went right to it.
According to the AP:
The morning dog walk is never without its share of excitement but today's excursion was particularly eventful.
I have the feeling that some of you don't believe me when I tell you my dog is actually a dwarf. This is from an article at dogstuff.info:

This is a crazy story from the Post today:
So this girl in the other company won some bet with this guy at Cantor and the terms are he has to treat all the women in their company and mine to a fancy dinner, but it's ladies only so he gives us his credit card. Shut up. We can choose the restaurant, and there is no spending limit. Ideas on restaurants? I have already ruled out Chi Chi's and TGI Friday's, thank you very much.
I just turned down paid acting work.
There's a story in CNN today about a cat that knows when someone at a nursing home is about to die:
"He doesn't make too many mistakes. He seems to understand when patients are about to die," Dr. David Dosa said in an interview.
My new favorite site is MailOrderHusbands.net. This is Steven:
According to his profile, "I'm definitely a classic romantic. I like a candlelight dinner, some quiet background music, and a couple hits of ether. I prefer a woman that has insurance and a car would be great as I need to make the occassional (his spelling) trip to Mexico to pick up 'souvenirs'".I took the day off today but my co-workers don't seem to realize that. They keep approaching my cubicle and asking me to "do things". Step away, beeotch, can't you see I'm reading TMZ?
Anyone want to watch my arthritic couch potato dog for seven days next week?
Have you ever seen The Devil Wears Prada? Well, not only was it produced by my boss' sister but they filmed the townhouse scenes in the Girl Next To Me's boss's townhouse. Anyhoo, there is a scene going on from that movie as we speak. Luckily it doesn't involve me. Let's just say that somebody from the other company screwed up and a certain important someone could not get on the private plane that was reserved for him three months ago because it was overbooked or something. And there are heads that will roll. All everyone is trying to figure out is whose.
Things to do today:
The quarterly letters are done and it's too late to make any changes so please ignore the slight spelling error I caught on page two at the very last minute. Hey, it wasn't my job to proofread in the first place; I just stuff and seal.
I don't know about you, but I like to judge who I'm going to vote for as a presidential candidate based on their holiday cards. Let's peruse, yes?
Okay, now we're on to Hillary Clinton.
Here's what just happened:
Someone put "loses" instead of "losses" in the quarterly letters I finished so I have to reprint and the front pages and replace them.
What I've been doing the last 10 minutes:
Today's Metro has a story about the birthplace of Hip Hop, which, strangely enough, was "born" in an apartment complex a few miles down the street from where I grew up:
While I was engrossed in the TLC presentation of World's Fattest Man last night, I saw a commercial for this show, Meerkat Manor. It's a reality show but with animals (not to be confused with any season of The Real World). I plan on being hooked.
This weekend was great. I had an amazing time in the Hamptons with some really wonderful people, got to relax and I now have a slick tan.
It's happened. Cheney will officially take over for Bush for the few hours Bush is anesthetized during a colonoscopy on Saturday. I don't know about you but I'm buying flashlights, conserving water and buying a copy of the constitution to keep around as a souvenir of "The Before Time".
Here's a headline you don't see every day: Chrysler Pulls SUV Ad With Electrocuted Dog. According to the article it showed a dog peeing on the car and then getting electrocuted. It went on to say, "The ad, which ends with the dog going up in flames, has the tagline 'charged with adrenaline'."
Say this word: "Huge". How do you say it?
Canadian researchers claim they have created a computer program that plays a perfect game of checkers and is unbeatable. If you do in fact beat the computer, however, it will start a global thermal nuclear war.
Uh oh, looks like Tempy got her hands on the entire PDF leak of the new Harry Potter book. If you don't want to know what happens, don't read any further. But if you're like me, you can't wait to see what happens to everyone's favorite little indestructible wizard.
Okay, random celebrity sighting as I'm leaving my class early at L'Alliance Francaise. I'm in the hallway waiting for the elevator, when I see this little blond girl on the phone sitting behind me. Shut up, it's Renee Zelwegger.
Our 21 year old "intern", ie. his daddy plays racquetball with someone who works here, is wearing pink pants and a blue striped shirt unbuttoned down almost to his navel; I s@#t you not.
Remember those commercials for the doll for boys, "My Buddy"? You know, it's the doll you could buy your gay son to keep him away from the Barbies? Well, the Girl Next To Me put that stupid song in my head because she called me her "buddy". Then she sang a bit of the song. That's all it takes for me to go utterly insane and retain a song on loop in my head for hours. So now, I'll torture you all:
According to MSNBC, while off camera, Larry King asked Paris Hilton if she votes. Here is the actual conversation:
When I was in high school, I had the biggest crush on this Korean gangster who once carried a gun to school and taught me how to shoot pool. I was reminded of this because of something that happened yesterday on the train.
*ring ring* (Tempy's phone)
Kelly Rowland from Destiny's Child fainted on stage recently and was rushed to the hospital. But nothing will beat the time when the other member of Destiny's Child who isn't Beyonce actually tripped and fell on stage a few years ago and the other girls kept singing.
Just now as I'm running errands for my boss twice, twice one of those goddamn tour buses turned in front of me when I had the light. It takes, like, 45 seconds for that thing to turn and by that time the light is already back to red.
This is crazy: http://www.myheritage.com is this website (thanks, Shma Shma) where you scan a picture of yourself, and it tells you what celebrity you most resemble. Well, I didn't need no fancy computer program to tell me I look like this.
This is the Secure Continuous Remote Alcohol Monitor, or, SCRAM bracelet that is all the rage among the youngsters in Hollywood these days.
Random readings of sweat are taken throughout the day. Each reading is date-stamped, time-stamped, and stored in a memory chip within the SCRAM Bracelet until it is transmitted, via the SCRAM Modem, to SCRAMNET.I don't know what's creepier about this photo: the fact that Jesus's #1 Aryan is hanging out with these young Costa Rican ladies or the guy in the back taking a long, deliberate drag of his cigarette. I think he's a mix between the creepy sweaty Nazi in Raiders of the Lost Ark and that French kid in the South Park movie.

I just bought a hot pink shower caddy and pink journal with butterflies on it for a 10 year old girl.
I firmly believe the salad place deliberately puts extra salad in your clear plastic bowl when you ask for the dressing on the side so you can't possibly toss it yourself because there are leaves falling out all over the place. It's punishment for being difficult.
Oprah has a great article on CNN.com, that I'm sure she wrote herself, which talks about the words, "I'm sorry". I'd like to make a formal apology to the young woman on the train this morning who accidentally got in my way and then wouldn't move.
I don't know what it is about this job and timepieces, but I just spent the better part of this morning trying to find a Yankees digital alarm clock.
So, I ordered a half of a grapefruit along with my bi-weekly milk delivery, and I got a full orange. But upon closer inspection, I realized it was actually a small grapefruit. But not cut in half. So... does the fact that it's still half the size of a regular grapefruit then make it a half? And if I wanted them to cut it for me, should I have been clearer? And since when is a grapefruit as small as an orange? Maybe it's a baby grapefruit. I'm all levels of confused.
Okay. Are you sitting down? Get this- So we are moving to a different floor and one of my stranger tasks was to throw everything and I mean everything away that we didn't want that the other office left over. Office supplies, furniture, you name it.
Maybe I'm watching too much "To Catch A Predator" on Dateline (is that even possible?!), but this is my latest discovery: find the registered sex offenders near you.
Anyone else have a hard time getting up this morning? Anyone?
I was walking down the street the other day and I saw a woman fawning over this pregnant lady and her husband. Since my dog stopped to sniff her dog, I was stuck listening to the conversation.
The Miss New Jersey racy Facebook photos have been revealed and only Tempy's got the scoop! Yeah, the Today Show may have gotten the boob-squeeze photo between her and her male friend from the drama club and the illicit shot of her and three girlfriends with drinks in their hands, but I've got the one they are afraid to show you. Just so you know, the image you are about to see is disturbing:
Who wears stripes after labor day? But seriously, the way to go if you want to be really shocking is to cut the tips of limes off and put them in your bra ala fake nipples.This morning on my way to work, already running late to everything, I was stopped by the NYPD for those random searches that happen at your local subway station. I somehow knew they were going to call me over because a. I'm running late and b. I looked like I was running late, so of course they needed to stop me from accelerating in a forward motion towards my destination. Five cops motion me over and being no stranger to searches I open my bag and start to take things out. I chose the most uncomfortable items first: tampons, advil, (I wish I had brought my book, "Hi. I Have My Period.") but the cops just stopped me and put a ticket-like paper swab inside the lining of my bag. Then they take this and put it into a little machine that has lights that run back and forth while it says, "Processing". I got nervous kind of like the nervous you get when you know your debit card will go through, but what if it doesn't, right? Luckily I do not have bomb making materials in my bag so they let me go.
Host of Miss USA Pageant 1994: "If you could live forever, would you and why?"
I was sent on an errand this morning.
In Manchester, New Hampshire, a man walked into a bank with "leafy boughs duct-taped to his head and torso", and robbed it.
According to the article in CNN.com "He really went out on a limb," police Sgt. Ernie Goodno said Sunday.
What a wooden joke. I mean... branch out, would you?Here's a job posting for what I believe is a social club in my neighborhood. Thanks, for the find, L-Rose:
I don't even know where to begin with this but if you had a chance to see VH1 this week, you'd know it was a Flavor of Love Charm School Marathon. Now, as much as I could never get sick of the "Who took Leilene's picture" controversy or "Does making out with three different guys in one night make Brooke a whore?", nothing and I mean nothing prepared me for the much anticipated reunion episode.
Okay. I am officially sick of 106.7 Lite FM. Cher and Elton John are fun for a bit, and I loves me some Bangles, but now I have to listen to Rod Stewart, yes, Rod Stewart's version of "A Wonderful World". The novelty is over; let's please return to working in awkward paper-shuffling silence.
I just ordered the warm provencale coach farm goat cheese salad with potatoes, beets & French string beans tossed with a French mustard dressing and a margherita pizza and the GNTM got tuna tartar and an endive salad.
This office is so dead, the Girl Next To Me and I found a radio and put on 106.7 Lite FM. Why? Because Z100 was just "too much", oh, and we're "old". No, actually, it's because we were sick of hearing the ads for Ladies Night at clubs in Sayreville, New Jersey.
Uh oh, looks like somebody's got some errands to run in Central Park later.

A 17 year old man got 10 years in jail for receiving a consensual blowjob from a 15 year old girl at a party. So the question is this: who ratted him out? Was it someone at the party? And upon being charged, couldn't the girl just lie about it and say if didn't happen, or was she called in as a witness? And do you think at any point the man sat there, nodded his head and said, "Guilty as charged, your honor. Guilty as charged."
This is a real job posting from Careerbuilders.com:
Description
Technical Architect
( To be read to the tune of Vanilla Ice's hit "Ice, Ice, Baby")
All right stop, architect and listen
This here is the ultimate position
A career that grabs a hold of you tightly
Be pumped about what you do daily and nightly
Will you want to stop? I say no
You’ll be a major player, at the big show
To the extreme, tough problems you’ll handle
Light up a site and wax e-commerce like a candle
Consult, go rush to the client that’s local
This job won’t have your life in a chokehold
The environment is great, it will be easy to comply
Anything less than the best need not apply
You’ll love it not leave it believe its true
As long as you hit the bull’s eye this one’s for you
If you have a resume yo I’ll read it
Don’t even try and you’re already defeated
Ladies and gentlemen, it has been brought to my attention that in just seven posts, yes, SEVEN posts, Tempy will have reached her 500th post. Oh, what a time it's been. I think that officially puts me in syndication. After all the cartoons, stories and pictures of puppies, how can I ever commemorate such an incredible event?
Happy 4th of July everyone. Be safe! As a reminder, here's a quote from now 42 year old firefighter Tony Wittman, about his tragic fireworks accident when he was seventeen:
Among other accomplishments, President George W. Bush is known for giving everyone he meets wacky nicknames. I think my favorites would include Turd Blossom (Karl Rove) and Congressman Kickass (John Sweeney). Here's a few more:
And now, from the "Wow, What A Shock" newscast of the day: