A Rude Awakening.

My consultant at the temp agency thinks she has a position for me with some shady company in a Charles River penthouse. And which position would that be, I wonder? On my back or on my knees?
I know I joked about temping being like a form of prostitution, but this is absurd. And what's even more absurd is that I'm apparently better at using Powerpoint and Excel than 80 percent of the population, but worse than 40 percent at MS Word.
%(^#*&(?!@$!?? Huh?
Okay, so I've never even used Powerpoint. I'm not ashamed to admit that.
However, I'm practically married to MS Word.
I feel like I just played the Newlywed game, and lost miserably.

Anyway, when I sat down with consultant to discuss my prospects, she asked me what I wanted to pursue as a career.
"Publishing," I said.
"That's funny," She replied.
"How so?" Because I failed to see the humor.
"You are the seventh consecutive applicant to say that."
Terrif. And they are all resorting to temp work as well. How... encouraging.
Go me, and my brilliant life decisions.

I'm trying so hard to remain positive about all of this, but I am so lost. And I'm running out of jokes to tell.
Oxford is so far away from me now.
I don't know what to do.