I woke up relatively late today around ten having four things on my things to do list. They were:
1) finish packing up the bike(another story)
2) find a job
3) clean the house
4) do some washing
As you can see, another excting day was waiting for me. Alas, a phone call, it's the agency. They have a job for me starting tomorrow!Hoorah!!!! I arrange a meeting with the woman and I get off the phone to get ready to see this woman whose name I have already forgotten. Hop in the shower, get dressed, put on my shoes and I was running around a bit as I had to get there asap. A loud bang on the door, I looked out the peephole and a man in his forties is standing there and I open the door and the following conversation took place
Man(in the poshest Britsih accent imaginable): Are you completely stupid or are you just taking the piss?
Penguin: I'm sorry?
M: What do you think you are doing running around wearing shoes? You don't have carpet, this isn't a playground and I'm trying to sleep!
P: I'm sorry I didn't realise I was making such noise
M: For god's sake etc etc
P: I'm really sorry, I'll try to be quieter
And as I closed the door his parting words were somthing like how I should know better than to wear shoes being Japanese etc. Very mature. If I had the time and the energy, I could have sunk to his lowest of the lowest level and asked what he was doing sleeping at 1030 in the morning and what else did he want from me since I had already apologised like three times? And I could have mentioned something about getting his ethnic group right and tell him how being British he could be a bit more polite but couldn't be bothered, Like whatever dickhead.
Anyway, although a bit troubled by the conversation, I set off to my appointment at the agency. When I got off the tube another message on the phone. The job they had lined up for me is no longer avaliable. AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HOWEVER, there is another job starting on Thursday at Skypark, which is like 500metres down the road from the bullshit cafe. Damn!
The guy who left the message on the phone spoke so fast and I didn't catch his name and he gave me the wrong phone number so I just turned up to meet the guy. I was sure he said 'Ben' but his name was Spencer. He went through the job, it didn't sound too challenging, a general office admin job 9-5 or 530 and asked if I would be interested. I thought about it for a moment, if I take this job, this would mean I would no longer be able to watch negihbours but on the other hand, I would have my sanity back. Neighbours or sanity? Neighbours, sanity, neighbours,sanity........Oh what the hell, I'll take the job! HOORAH!!!! The pay is slightly better than the bullshit cafe job at £6/hr and it'll be full time. As you can imagine, I am very happy. I know that life as a temp isn't exactly fun, everyone knows you are a temp and no one will bother talking to you or anything like that but hey at least I'll have something to do everyday which is a bit more meaningful than putting the cheese in the right order in a bloody sandwich.
To celebrate, I have bought an iron to iron all my work shirts which have been gathering dust since I left home.(No, this isn't the way I would normally celebrate but I need an iron and have been waiting for an excuse to buy one) I never thought I'd say this, but gees I'm happy I get to wear my work clothes again!
I just have to find a way to my new work avoiding my old work somehow..........