[via e-mail] work work work

So I hadn't intended to take any more temp assignments, because I wanted to
spend these two weeks cleaning my room and packing (packing aaaaugh I have
so many documents I have to collect and copy flail), but the agency called
up and said the mental health clinic I worked at two weeks ago needed a
couple days of help again. I liked working here a lot, so I said sure.

. . . Of course within the first hour I had to deal with two people on the
phone who would not take "Let me transfer you" for an answer, and I'm going
to spend the rest of the day in the fear they'll call back pissed, so that's
less than fun, but hey, $$$.

I have discovered, from working here, that the local soft rock station is
98.9, and furthermore that every business everywhere plays it. And
more to the point, as my co-receptionist pointed out, they play the same
songs every day. As I write this, we are once again hearing "Kiss
from a Rose." (Is that lyric actually "kiss from a rose on the grey"? What
does that even mean?)

( Much later in the day, the run-on saga of the utterly gorgeous man who came in )