Passed Over before Passover

If the title sounds familiar, it's because I borrowed it from my Wednesday, December 08, 2004 post, "Passed Over on Chanukah (Oy, Chanukah)."

Here we go again.

I've been temping. for the same organization on and off since late 2001. But, instead of hiring me to replace the assistant whose position I've been filling for several months, who is, apparently, not returning from maternity leave, they're bringing in a different temp. to fill that position and reassigning me to work on a special project for a different boss. This is the second time that *this* boss has passed me over for a permanent, full-time position. (Another boss, as I mentioned in my December post, has passed me over *three* times.) They seem bound and determined never to give me a full-time permanent job. Or even a part-time permanent job. I have no office, no boss, no desk, no computer, no work friends (except S___) to call my own.

I'm the office orphan.

I'm like the neighborhood stray. Everyone puts out food, but nobody wants to adopt. Good enough to feed, but not good enough to be taken into anyone's home.

So why do I keep hoping that these people will finally come to their senses and hire me permanently? Well, as Galen the Technomage (from the short-lived Babylon 5 sequel Crusade) so eloquently put it, "There's always hope. It's the one thing they haven't figured out how to kill yet."