Joyfully wading through temp jobs and all their perks

I was rocking a pair of hideous black “comfy” loafers, a bright red hue of lipstick that in no way complemented my rich melanin complexion, and a ginormous plastic smile wedged awkwardly into my face somewhat, when in all his handsome glory, he rounded the corner of the aisle I was handing out perfume samples in. Ground…SWALLOW ME NOW. I might as well be dead from the embarrassment of the moment. It was my high-school once-upon-a-long-time-ago crush, whom I hadn’t seen in years. And this was in no way the reunion I had anticipated. Any hopes I had ever had of him reciprocating my feelings were dashed against the rocks in that single moment. I wanted so very badly to go all Kevin Hart on him….hashtag LetMeExplain. “This is not what i really look like now.” “I don’t even wear lipstick!” “This isn’t what my life has spiraled down to.” “I have not hit rock bottom…yet!!” and yet I knew it was pointless. We merely exchanged pleasantries and he went on his merry way. Throwback Thursday to my first ever temp job.

Setting; One of the busiest shopping malls in Lusaka City, Zambia. Where I was bound to bump into somebody I knew, literally every hour on the hour. Or they were more likely to bump into me, because I was supposed to stand, rooted to one spot in the corridor, stopping strangers and trying to entice them to buy products from us. The way my face was caked with makeup meant I had to work extra hard to convince women that they wanted to buy our stuff. I didn’t NEED this job. I wanted it. In all honesty I thought, how hard could it be? Hand out samples, give free makeovers, offer two-for-the-price-of-one deelios and make an easy buck at the end of the day. Boy, was i wrong.

This job lasted all of two days.

In my defense, my lecture timetable had been altered, which made it impossible to work a whole day at any given go. Having said that, It was a welcome excuse and I can say, I dodged a bullet on that one!

I have worked a few temp jobs here and there. all with a fair amount of drama of their own, that have spurred me on to achieve my dream of being my own boss. I am currently in a temp job dare I mention. Which, with every new day comes a brand new experience….making me all the more grateful that the Good Lord grants us new mercies every morning…THEY ARE NEEDED!




Lessons I have learned from temp jobs:

  • The movie “The devil wears Prada”, could be real after all.
  • Sometimes your supervisor/boss will yell at you. Sometimes it has nothing to do with anything you did and eventually they will realize their mistake and apologize, but most times sometimes they won’t.
  • Those yellings-at may leave you shell-shocked. You may have recurring nightmares for years to come. *WARNING*, temp jobs are not for the faint-hearted.
  • Your work-mates are angels in disguise. (most of them, most of the time). They are the ones you can rely on to give you a shoulder to cry on when you are at your wit’s end.
  • Your work-mates may be just about the only reason you stick around. Even after you declare a hundred and one times the words “I quit” and even draft your resignation letter.
  • Your work and efforts may go unnoticed 90% of the time. Do them anyway.
  • The above statistic is an estimate I came up with just now, do not quote me on that.
  • No matter how much smarter you feel, or know you are than your boss, NEVER let them know it.
  • Everything that goes wrong in the company, may be your fault. whether or not it actually is.
  • You will probably be expected to be or look busy all the time. Regardless of whether there is any work to be done or not. Many employers won’t even let you read a book to pass idle time.
  • Your feet will hurt. A Lot! You may find yourself praying for a hypothetical husband (if you don’t have one already), to massage them when you get home.

Getting through this season of your life isn’t always easy. Trust me I know. If you’re anything like me, it’s a time when you will get really impatient and bite your fingernails tirelessly. You will wonder when the rest of your life is going to happen because you feel you’re ready for the next chapter.

In this season I feel God telling me, Be still (Matt 4:39), I know the plans I have for you (Jer 29:11), do not worry (Matt 6:25), I will direct your path (Prov 19:21) . I have put you here for such a time as this (Esth 4:14).

So I say, speak Lord, I am listening.

To me a temp job is any job, contract or not, that I will work between now and achieving my dream.

Temp jobs are a learning process, a time to grow. As an aspiring business owner, I have learned and am still learning the art of business, through these little opportunities I get. I have seen what not to do, what works to do and how best to do it.

Despite the fact that I still find myself groaning when my alarm goes off in the morning, I smile because I have been given a new day to do better. Philippians 4:4 says “Rejoice in the Lord at all times”. So if you’re working a temp job, smile…be happy:) This too shall pass.(2 Cor 4:17).

xo Wong.


One Comment Add yours

  1. eddienyambe says:

    Love it, love it, love it…I related on so many levels…and also had a good laugh, thanks!

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