There seems to have been a failure to communicate. Turns out this job is totally non-technical. Worse still, it's about as mind-rottingly boring as they come. Fortunately the supervisor(s) and other temps are nice folks — that'll keep it tolerable. And, you know, what the heck. It's work. It needs to be done. They'll pay me. These things happen. Life's like that. Could be worse. This, too, shall pass.