Life on the bench: in my dressing gown

[norrahe]

You mean you're not?

I'm on the bench ( and so's my wife ). Nuff said.

[RichardCranium]

... There is a mirror in the lift. I see my reflection...

Got very, very drunk from lunchtime that day. Come to think of it, I think I will get drunk now.

Excellent story!

[NickFitz]

...they can't kill the spirit

What They All Said.

W00T! I got Churchill to add his seal of approval to one of the Greenham Women's slogans!

[alreadypacked]

stop rubbing it in that your on holiday

Not on holiday (was supposed to be), just working from home off-shore

[Churchill]

W00T! I got Churchill to add his seal of approval to one of the Greenham Women's slogans!

Blind-sided! You cunning old goat choker!

[cailin maith]

...reading the new adventures of RC and so of the others, so a little tale to cheer you all up. Have been on the bench for 4 months now with one or two telephone interviews and put forward for about 10 gigs. November just gone I apply for a good 'un (money, location, IB, perfect fit for skills and experience) in the City and get invited to an agency interview at 11am. Excellent news.

Night before...

Shave? Check.
Ironed shirt? Check.
Decent suit? Check.
Polished shoes? Check.
Certificates? Check.
Copies of C.V.? Check.
Sleep? No chance...

So, am up at 7 bright-eyed and bushy tailed. Cat fed in my boxers so no cat hair transference. Catch the bus to the station in plenty of time. Get the train into town in plenty of time. Get on the Northern Line up to Bank in plenty of time. Change onto the Central Line to get to Chancery Lane. The train leaves Bank and then stops.

And waits.

And waits.

For those of you that don't know the Central is quite warm. It gets warmer. And warmer. And warmer. I start to sweat like a virgin in a brothel. Remove jacket and beg some tissues off some Jap tourists. Try to pat myself down and control the rivers of water coming from my fevered brow. Eventually the train crawls into Chancery Lane and I sprint to the agency office. Only 15 minutes late which is manageable, but still trying to make myself look presentable and give off an aura of calm. Meet the agency chap, firm handshake, look attentive, good answers, smiles, impressions of a good interview. Flirt a little with the receptionist on the way out. Good vibes all round.

Get back in the lift to leave. There is a mirror in the lift. I see my reflection.

With a good inch long piece of sodden tissue hanging from my forehead.

Didn't get the job. Got very, very drunk from lunchtime that day. Come to think of it, I think I will get drunk now.

Chin up, everyone. It will all come good in the end.

God love you!

[cojak]

...reading the new adventures of RC and so of the others, so a little tale to cheer you all up. Have been on the bench for 4 months now with one or two telephone interviews and put forward for about 10 gigs. November just gone I apply for a good 'un (money, location, IB, perfect fit for skills and experience) in the City and get invited to an agency interview at 11am. Excellent news.

Night before...

Shave? Check.
Ironed shirt? Check.
Decent suit? Check.
Polished shoes? Check.
Certificates? Check.
Copies of C.V.? Check.
Sleep? No chance...

So, am up at 7 bright-eyed and bushy tailed. Cat fed in my boxers so no cat hair transference. Catch the bus to the station in plenty of time. Get the train into town in plenty of time. Get on the Northern Line up to Bank in plenty of time. Change onto the Central Line to get to Chancery Lane. The train leaves Bank and then stops.

And waits.

And waits.

For those of you that don't know the Central is quite warm. It gets warmer. And warmer. And warmer. I start to sweat like a virgin in a brothel. Remove jacket and beg some tissues off some Jap tourists. Try to pat myself down and control the rivers of water coming from my fevered brow. Eventually the train crawls into Chancery Lane and I sprint to the agency office. Only 15 minutes late which is manageable, but still trying to make myself look presentable and give off an aura of calm. Meet the agency chap, firm handshake, look attentive, good answers, smiles, impressions of a good interview. Flirt a little with the receptionist on the way out. Good vibes all round.

Get back in the lift to leave. There is a mirror in the lift. I see my reflection.

With a good inch long piece of sodden tissue hanging from my forehead.

Didn't get the job. Got very, very drunk from lunchtime that day. Come to think of it, I think I will get drunk now.

Chin up, everyone. It will all come good in the end.

You're my kinda guy!

Welcome to the gang, Acme!

[cojak]

I've just had a response to one application with the pimp wanting 2 years worth of written references and expecting me to send them my original qualification certificates.

I'm not even going to bother replying to that one...

[FiveTimes]

Just had a telephone interview for a permie job.

Seemed to go quite well - need to chase the agency

Just chased the agency about this gig and got the following :

"The client thinks you are a really strong candidate, but feels you are just not strong enough in certain a few key areas"

I ask what area

"He didn't say, but he said you were really strong with excellent experience, but its a no go. Thanks for the call and have a nice Christmas.... <burrrrrr>"

Oh well, time to brush that one under the carpet and move one

[RichardCranium]

I set off on foot for the Job Centre at 8:45 and got back about 10:00.

What a lovely, bright, sunny, frosty, crisp morning.

Everyone I saw was happy and cheery. "Good morning, good morning!" they cried.

The man in the Job Centre was happy to see me. I am supposed to sign on in the afternoon but asked if I could switch to the morning because of Xmas commitments. They said it would help them get away earlier too, so we're all happy.

Happy, happy, joy, joy.

It's all sunshine and lollipops.

You see, I got up at 6:30 and saw a gig advertised late yesterday in my niche field. I fired off a CV and got a call from the agent. They are sole supplier for this client and I am the ONLY person they have found that they can put forward for the role. And the money is the same good rate as my last gig.

This is me, this is --> link. SFW