By Jennifer Van Der Kwast
Sarah Pelletier is unemployed and in a truly undesirable temper. Her movie corporation has tanked—right earlier than Christmas, no less—leaving her with one awful swivel chair and an entire life offer of paper clips. Her headhunter is a idiot who can’t pronounce her identify; her irritatingly wonderful roommate’s notion of a enjoyable time is to pull her to pink-slip events; and, to best all of it off, her final twelve dollars are trapped in a Metro Card. anything has acquired to give.So starts one shrewdpermanent twentysomething’s quest for the precise task in big apple urban. After extricating herself from a morass of self-pity strewn with sweet bar wrappers and wine bottles, Sarah turns to the all-important job of padding her r?sum?—while artfully dodging her mom and dad’ makes an attempt to bribe her into legislations tuition. after all, padding your r?sum? places you in jeopardy of being construed as over-qualified. within which case it's possible you'll try out unpadding your r?sum?, which then places you at risk of being categorized green. Which leaves you with the choice of stalking your ex-boss within the wish that she’ll drag you alongside in her ascent to greatness in one other corporation. until she stabs you within the again first. in the meantime, whilst a temp activity saddles her with a tremendous overwhelm on a Brooklyn-dwelling dreamboat named Jake, Sarah’s already complete plate is crowded with lust, jealousy, and gentle obsession, simply while she’s attempting to be specialist. This hilarious first novel from a convinced new voice in women’s fiction deals a pitch-perfect tackle the dignity-whittling survival online game of activity hunting—starring a lovably neurotic heroine whose difficulties ring refreshingly real.
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What? ” “Ummm, not exactly. ” Temping? I groan. “Mark, I told you. I can’t temp. ” Yes, I agree. It’s one hell of a lousy rule. But, hey, I didn’t make it. “I know. But there’s a very good chance it could turn into a full-time gig. If they like you, they might decide to keep you on. ” “Umm, well …” Shit. I’ve been had. Because, unfortunately, as a rule, I don’t turn down potential full-time job leads. ” “Great. The company is called Stellar Productions. They are located at 581 Broadway. ” When I hang up this time, I do indeed yank out the phone cord.
And I can’t imagine a better way to spend my last ten dollars. chapter three It isn’t quite fair. All over Manhattan phones are ringing, and in the most inappropriate places. A man will take a woman to a romantic restaurant, lovingly stroke her palm with one hand, flip open his cell with the other. Doors to a bus will slide open, but the line of passengers will halt because someone up front is fumbling in her bag to answer an important call. ” (Henry Mancini is a brilliant composer, don’t get me wrong.
Come to think of it, there’s only a fine line between the two (a line made even finer after taxes). I can’t help but wonder if my time wouldn’t be better spent at home, where I don’t have to hastily click out of the Hotjobs website every time someone walks by my desk. Hell, my time would be better spent if I were waiting to get picked for jury duty. It isn’t that I’m not happy to be working. I’m just not happy to be temping. If the company interns are the larvae and the employees the fluttering butterflies, then being a temp makes me the pupa, nestled in the gooey cocoon of my own slime.