You know when you go for a job interview and you're a bit nervous so you make a paedophile joke to break the ice with, but it doesn't go down very well with the interviewer, so you spend the next 5 minutes sitting in silence until they tell you they'll call you if you've been successful?
Well, that didn't happen to me this time.
I've just been for an interview this morning and it seemed to go quite well. I didn't even accidentally swear during the interview process or anything.
On top of that, it seemed like a really nice place to work for too.
I'll know if I've got it later on today.
Edit: I got it. I start Monday. I'll probably update the blog a lot less now as I won't have as much spare time.
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Good luck with that. I've also been looking for a job, took some time off work so to say. I forgot how shit it was trying to find something half decent. Agencies have pretty much ruined the job market with their bullshit and messing you around, advertising jobs that are fabricated, just to reel you in. Cunts.
Yea it's nice to see someone that's looking for a job actually looking and going for interviews and the rest so yea good luck and hope you get it!
Cheers fellas. I went with an agency about 6 years ago. They're fucking shite. I don't know how they are allowed to get away with what they do, it's terrible.
Gratz, £10 if you can get your new boss to recreate the Scatman video ;)
Grats. Whats the job entail?
I don't want to spill the beans too much about what I do for fear of 'reprisals' I'll just say that it's selling specialist products to specialist people. Not dildos or porn stuff in case you're wondering. It's not a retail job as such, as I'd only be selling to trade clients.
I won't be on my own though, the job has real prospects and the pay is lots better than what I'm used to.
Also, it only takes me 5 minutes to walk to it from my house.
Good stuff Phor' and good luck.
We await "Stupid Fucking [insert employer here]" with baited breath.
Not working on your fucking-own! Hoorah! Five minute walk to work, hoorah! I drive 500 miles a month just to get to the shithole where I work!!
SELLOUT! SELLOUT!
Mother fucker, I don't have a job!
PLAY SOME OLD SONGS OR I CALL YOU A SELLOUT!
Ah fuck, I have a feeling in my soul, my soul, my soul, and it's hot, and it's just going to go NENNENENNEENNENEUUUUMMMM!
I'M A STREET WALKING CHEETAH WITH A HEART FULL OF NAPALM!
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