Fired Again, Hired Again

I sure do need a real job. This morning I thought I was filling in for a vacationing secretary, which was sorta true. What I wasn't told was that I'd be working in a loud-ass industrial environment. Giant bulk-mail machines running all the time, at a volume that makes the Chicago subway seem as quiet as whispering grass in a secluded glade. Everyone was yelling. I know that yell- my ol' roomie used to dress-up in monster outfits and sing for a band called Gwar. He never protected his hearing, consequently he's deaf as a post. He always yells.

At lunch-time, I noticed my ears were ringing. I've got some audio production work tonight, and I can't do that with ringing-of-ears. I couldn't find a boss anywhere, so I drove round the corner and talked to Agency Girl.

She was very angry- no one else complains about the noise- why am I whining about it?

Trying very hard to refrain from calling her a "bitch-person", I explain that the other temps probably don't free-lance as audio engineers. I've been playing/producing music for 20 years, and I always use
aural protection.
Always.
My ears are my life. Can't you find me a nice quiet damncube somewhere?

"Sorry, Mr. C******, we will have to remove you from our roster. You've walked off of too many jobs".

Fine. Whatever. I go home.

The phone rings. It's Agency Bitch. Would I be interested in stuffing envelopes at Crapital One for $9 an hour? I reminder her that that is one of the jobs I've walked out on. Once again I go into my spiel: It's gotta be $15+ an hour. I'm only looking for administrative work. No labor, no mailings, no call-centers, no warehouses and no drug-tests.
I'm good enough to get away with my attitude.

Would I like to be placed back into active status?

Sure. Why not?

Jeez, what a screwed-up work relationship.