You get booted if the style is diluted
Anyway. She's basically been putting together notebooks all day. Collate this stack of paper. Put in these dividers. Put it all in a notebook. Repeat X 450,000. This is monkey work. No, this is not monkey work. Any primate would be insulted by this work. Lots of MACHINES would probably have difficulty getting through 8 hours of this bullshit.
Anyway. This new temp is talking to her new boss. I swear to god she said, "I love this kind of work." My mind is gagging. My eternal soul is wretching. The angel on my left shoulder just had a stroke. The devil on my right shoulder shit his pants. The bacteria in my gut, both beneficial and pathological just underwent mass extinction. "Love this kind of work..." Who's fucking kidding who? Love this stuff...gimme a damn break.
I find that kind of ingratiating behavior fucking unacceptable in a temp. You need to be PROUD. You need to let your boss know that the only reason you're temping is because you are brilliant, but moody. Temp for me means 'tempermental.' Yeah. Myself, I strut around this henhouse with my top button undone, my shoulders back, and my nose in the air, baby! Whoo, is it hot in here or is it just me? Yep, it's just me. There ain't nothing hot about anyone else up in here.
That's how a TRUE temp gets it done.
But on the re-al, my boss hooked me up with the greatest make-work project of all time. More 'verification.' Checking one spreadsheet against another. Then you bind it all up (hundreds and hundreds of pages of bleached paper) and put it in a dark room for all eternity. I printed up one set, and my cellmate printed up the other. At the prospect of all this verification, I was almost about to implement Operation Infinite Reprint. The cellmate didn't print his shit in the right order and I'm well within my rights to ask for a reprint. But I don't even like to TALK to homeboy. So, I shelved Operation Infinite Reprint (partly on the grounds that only God can reprint infinitely) and instated Operation Enduring Slackjob.
Using my special skills, I will do a really good job, but only in short, four minute bursts, and then skip a few dozen pages of this verification bullshit. But this won't be like the slackjobs my bosses are used to. It's a NEW kind of slackjob. Secret even in its successes, you could say.