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So as you may have known or heard or worked out or suspected (or not given a damn about, I suppose), I have left the Council for Ketchup Marketing and am now in a temp gig a few blocks away at the Association for the Advancement of Tomato-Based Condiments. It seems that a couple of weeks ago, a whole department (five or six people) up and gave notice all at once, so I'm at a desk with no neighbors doing some work for some people and also, apparently, holding down a department that has no staff of its own at the minute, so nobody really knows what to tell me when I have questions.
Membership dues well spent.
It hasn't, yet, been frantic; rather the reverse, actually. It's almost frustratingly boring. This is supposed to be a six-to-eight-week assignment, and this is the second day, and I'm already hoping I get hired away sooner rather than later. (Of course we always hope that, but now I hope it even more.)
Bright side: I am required -- required -- to hand in my Kastle key at the front desk by 5pm every day. So there is no danger I'll ever be required to do overtime (I'm a fan of more money, but around here I don't mind so much), and no danger getting stuck here will ever make me late to curling. (Getting stuck in the traffic, that's another story.) It's 3:35, and I'm like, barely more than an hour before I'm outta here ... thank god.
Membership dues well spent.
It hasn't, yet, been frantic; rather the reverse, actually. It's almost frustratingly boring. This is supposed to be a six-to-eight-week assignment, and this is the second day, and I'm already hoping I get hired away sooner rather than later. (Of course we always hope that, but now I hope it even more.)
Bright side: I am required -- required -- to hand in my Kastle key at the front desk by 5pm every day. So there is no danger I'll ever be required to do overtime (I'm a fan of more money, but around here I don't mind so much), and no danger getting stuck here will ever make me late to curling. (Getting stuck in the traffic, that's another story.) It's 3:35, and I'm like, barely more than an hour before I'm outta here ... thank god.
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- Association for the Advancement of Tomato-Based Condiments
Pardon my cluelessness, but is this 1) real, 2) a joke, or 3) a clever metaphor that is soaring over my little head like Blue Angels on crack?
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Judaean People's FrontCouncil for Ketchup Marketing, and now I'm somewhere else, so.So it's a little bit (2), but mostly (4) none of the above.
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It reminded me of the Ketchup Advisory Board (http://prairiehome.publicradio.org/programs/2006/10/07/scripts/ketchup.shtml) from Garrison Keillor's "A Prairie Home Companion."