Let us mourn the loss of a Temp

One of my loyal followers relayed sad news today, she is no longer a Hollywood temp. She ended her Hollywood aspirations to pursue intellectually and financially fulfilling employment. As someone who experiences similar considerations, I understand and respect the agony you experienced en route to this decision. I wish you success in these endeavors and may they pay more than $12/hour.

We Temps are a loyal bunch. So when one of us leaves The Order, we all die a little inside. While I never met this person, I'm saddened to see dreams fade for someone who might have been but for the right connections. It's either that or working for nincompoops sullied her experience.

I can only offer this as solace in her transition to the occupational afterlife.

The 24th Psalm

Jules Young is my Shepherd; I shall not want.
He calleth me as the sun cometh over yon horizon;
He giveth me an address on Avenue of the Stars.
He provideth me work that taketh my soul;
He leadeth me down the path to nowhere for no more than a pittance.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death (a.k.a. NBC),
I will fear no evil; For it surrounds me;
Thy Word and thy Excel, they comfort me.
Thou client desirest a phonesheet to filled with name of enemies;
Thou client annointest my head with coffee when their cup runneth over.

Surely goodness, mercy and a 401(k) shall follow me the rest of my days,
and I no longer dwell in the House of the Temps forever.

AMEN