2 hours ago
Monday, April 24, 2006
I have been a very busy bunny over the last few days. Yes I know... me! Wait for it, I have decided to join the 'working classes', I am getting a job. After a moment of madness on Friday I decided to dip my toe back in the water and see what bites. I didn't think there would be much on offer, after all lets be honest I'm not exactly young free and single, but I thought they may be able to find me an opening as a tea lady perhaps.
So I dug out my CV and after dusting off the cobwebs from this venerable tome, I did a little re-jigging and zapped it through the ether to a couple of agencies. Then off to the shops with JT for a little light relief. I have to say I didn't hold out much hope, I had been rather specific on what I was and was not prepared to do. Part time only, no full days, I do have other interests, nothing dull or boring, oh and it must be well paid. So imagine my surprise when on my return home there were two messages on my answer machine.
The first was from a very nice young woman from the 'slaves R us' agency, she was as you would expect very, very, bright and enthusiastic, so much so that I have to be honest and say that after five minutes on the phone with her I was exhausted. Anyway I agreed to go in and see her and have a chat. One of us will definetly need some chill out sweeties before we meet, anyway that's later in the week. Before I dared call the next one back I thought I had better prepare myself, so I made myself a very large Earl Grey and headed for the phone.
The young woman who answered was again enthusiastic, but not quite so animated as the previous character, thankfully, at least she didn't talk eighty words to the minute and I could get a word in edgeways. After confirming the details of my CV, a little tricky as I didn't actually have a copy of the aforementioned fiction in front of me, she announced with great satisfaction that she had a position that would be ideal. WHAT! It is part time? Tick. Interesting? Tick. Well paid? Tick. And what's more there is 28 days holiday a year, plus stats. So what's the catch? I'm meeting up with her at 3pm this afternoon, so I'll let you know when I find out.
Posted by St Jude at 5:31 am