Okay, not literally. Just figuratively. Though I guess eventually literally?
Here is reason #345 why I am in temp hell: Today I couldn’t take a bathroom break for three and a half hours. Every day I am technically supposed to get a break at the reception desk at the three-hour mark, which is bad enough, but today they forgot about me. And didn’t pick up their desk phones. And didn’t pick up their cell phones. And I felt like I was going to die.
God help us if anyone dangerous ever figures out this type of torture.
I have been doing this for eight months, so if I seem a little crazy… blame it on the desk phones.