Last week I picked up another temp assignment right in the heart of London City in one of the swishest (is that a word? If not it should be!) looking office buildings I've seen.
Walking up to the building on Thursday in my business best the brand new lobby felt like a mini-city.
Through the Underground-like turnstiles and up to the third floor I find out I'm taking my place with five eager young-things like myself.
The company is a massive international consultancy firm and the six of us and our manager are working on data cleaning for a large project.
While the work isn't terribly exciting it certainly requires attention to detail.
The best thing about the role - aside from the fact we get all the soft drinks, tea, coffee and cookies we can handle - is the tremendous temp team.
All of us get on so well - which makes the day fly by.
We're all educated 20-somethings looking for that perfect full-time role in London. Kiwis, South Africans and Brits - all our lives revolve around the job hunt and - of course - making enough money to get by in the mean time.
Our involvement in the project is over for now, but we may be recalled in the next couple of weeks.
