This witty and irreverent e-magazine describes itself as "the first and only site by, for and about temps." It's got really cool graphics and sections like "Temp Tales of Terror," "Temp Term of the Week," and ... well, you get the idea. It's motto: "Share the Pain."
The Washington Alliance of Technology Workers' very comprehensive website offers news, links, and other resources to those who work for the reeling tech industry in the Pacific Northwest.

The Post-Careerist:
http://www.post-careerist.com/
From their mission statement: "The Post-Careerist is a ... community site that's dedicated to the idea that when the deals are done and the show is over, what we'll value most about our lives is the richness of our experiences, not the riches we've acquired. The Post-Careerist is about making your life, especially your work life, exactly the way you want it. It's about liberating 'work' from its inevitable association with 'job' or 'career.' It's about arranging your work around your life, instead of the other way around."

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Last updated Sept. 9, 2001
 
 

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"THEY'LL BE IN BAGGIES"

I've temped at a lot of weird places, but the weirdest (and definitely the worst) would have to be at the local teaching hospital, where I was assigned the task of counting body parts. ("Don't worry," the woman at my temp agency assured me over the phone. "You won't actually have to touch them. They'll be in baggies.") I'm still not

  
quite sure why these body parts (fingers and toes, mostly, but also the occasional spleen) needed to be counted, but I did my best for a full week until, finally, the overwhelming smell of formaldehyde -- and some really nasty recurring nightmares -- led me to seek reassignment. Preferably, one that entailed working with bodies that were relatively intact.

Edward D. Wells
Detroit

...letters out of the office and send them all out from the Post Office, via overnight mail. ... Well, you usually have to wait for an extremely long time at my Post Office, so on the way there, I stopped at a McDonald's to fortify myself with a Super Value Meal. Amazingly, when I went back to my car, I
“compressed inside a tiny cube of crushed metal and glass”
found that it had been towed -- with, of course, the unmailed letters in it! At the time, I was so broke that I couldn't afford to bail my car out until two weeks later. By which point, I learned that my car had just been compacted. So now my boss's letters were gone forever, compressed inside a tiny cube of crushed metal and glass. ... The next morning, citing a "family emergency," I abruptly quit that job and moved to a new city. I've done some bad things at work since then, but nothing that terrible. And I always make sure to pay my parking tickets!
[Name Withheld]
Benicia, CA