It's Been Real?

 My temporary job as a ‘scan technician’ at Petroleum Development Corp. seems to be coming to an end. I’ve been there for almost 10 months. The project I’ve been working on involves scanning documents from the 1970’s to 2007 that were almost lost in a flood. I scan them, then name them - just incase they ever need it or get happen to get sued. 

 It’s weird to know that I won’t make the drive there and get off on Jerry Dove exit. Almost every morning for the last 10 months I’ve walked in with the same person everyday. His names Al, and he is in a band. Most of the older ladies like Al because he has a Beatle’s hair-do. 

 Everyday at 2:15 I make my way to the front desk where I help myself to candy laid out so nicely at the secretary’s desk. Hey, she doesn’t mind. The secretary (Kim) is also a temporary assistant. She applied and interviewed for the job after working there for 2 months but was denied. She has one week left. Kim is one of the nicest ladies I’ve ever met. She will call back to my office and check on me and make sure everyone is treating me nicely. She’s even bought me lunch. Kim loves to sit in the kitchen which has a wide window that overlooks a building under construction with it’s many pieces of eye candy. She warns me not to look out the window unless I want to see “Bubba’s Butt Clevage.” I pray that life treats her as kindly as she treats me. 

 Lynda works on the same project as me, and reminds me so much of my mom.      

She’s never been under 10 minutes late, and then has to have her morning coffee before she can begin any work. The knowledge of Lynda’s love of coffee extends far throughout the building. She has dozens of people that stop in all day long to tell her that they made a pot of the “good stuff.” During the e-coli scare here last month she walked in and said “this coffee is awful! Not because of e-coli or anything but just because it’s terrible.”  She brings me lunch & breakfast often. I always insist that she’s going to keep me fat, but it might be her way of paying me off so I gobble it down anyway. She insists on educating me on WV cuisine, with it’s fine delicacies such as “Ramps” & “Soup Beans.” I think Lynda & I are good for each other. She listens to my boring stories and laughs, and I show her how to recover all the files she just deleted by accident on the computer. 

 I’m sure in time I’ll forget most of the characters that make up my 8 hour days at PDC. It will all seem like a far off dream. I’ll be lucky if they even remember me. Frankly, I’m lost on where to go next, but can only hope that I will be as lucky at getting a job with as many great people as PDC has. 

*Update

I was recently suggested for a position at Phillips' Construction Company. I've been hired. It's for 5 months (while they build a hotel), the pay is much better, I'm no longer a temp, & I get furnished a nice pickup truck to drive. I am a secretary/gofer. I'll be completely done at PDC by next Friday.