I Love Temping

Last night, feeling kinda suicidal, I ventured to Mother Hubbard's bar for my "company" Christmas party. My staffing agency threw a shindig consisting of free beer and food. I am a sucker for free liquor and food, so of course I went. I got there and I felt like I was at a singles mixer. We had to wear name tags. I didn't know anyone except for my recruiter, Donna. Here is how our conversation went

Donna: Hey there.
Me: Hi.
Donna: So, what have you been up to?
Me: Temping at DePaul (she got me the assignment. She forgot.)
Donna: Oh, right. Well, thanks for coming.
Me: Um, yeah, no problem.

And scene.

Suprisingly, none of the temps from my work showed. They missed out. I ended up meeting a temp named Dave and his roommate Chris who was along for the free ride. Another temp, a chick from Columbia College, joined in as well so I spent most of the evening conversing with them. Overall, it was a pleasant evening. The bar staff kept bringing buckets of Miller Lite, so I kept imbibing. The agency held a raffle and I won a gift card to Express. Since I'm a cheapskate, I will give this to someone else as a gift. Later, Dave is like, "Do you think we can get shots?" And sure enough, Jameson was my friend, too. I think one of the recruiters hit on me. This dude was like: "You have nice eyes and eyebrows." No one has ever complimented my eyebrows which is kinda creepy. The people there remarked how they never go out on a week night, especially a Wednesday. Every Wed. night in the summer I got wasted because of Onion softball. I'd go to the game then head to the Holiday Club for free booze and food. Tonight felt like that.

It was late so Chris, Dave, and I stumbled to the Brown Line. I think I sparked a little with Dave. After losing my faith in ever meeting someone substantial, suddenly I felt a sense of possibility and renewal wash over me. It's like that Sex and the City episode where Carrie is like: "I sparked. I never spark." I gave him my "info" but i was two sheets to the wind, so I hope I gave him the correct info. I seemed to have lost his info, so now the ball is in his court. And now as I write this post, I'm feeling a little hung over. Merry fucking Christmas. Today is gonna be a long day.

*I retract my previous statements. I'm gonna be alone forever. I am fine with this.