I got summoned last night.
My time is over.
It’s been an innings, but the call came and I cannot refuse it.
I have to go to my temping agency for a ‘chat’.
My temping agency isn’t a friendly one, they don’t do ‘chats’. It is the equivalent of being told to go for a ‘shower’ in Auschwitz.
Not that I’m comparing my job to being in Auschwitz, I mean, I hate being here, but at least I get internet access.
I have gone into uber job hunting mode, this ‘chat’ is probably going to be a firing, if not this then I am likely to be told to feign some interest in a job in which I have no interest.
My Grand Temping Experiment has failed, I figured that what I wanted was going to need a succession of dull meaningless jobs whilst I tried to work on a comedy career. But all it does is sap my energy throughout each and every day. And in fact I’ve been caught in the same ‘temp’ job for over a year. This is more than some of my previous permanent jobs.
So now I am looking for a ‘proper’ job, one that uses my brain slightly, I’m hoping to get some kind of designy cool funky job where I get to afford coffee.
Unlikely.
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UPDATE:
Quite hilariously the meeting turned out to be a slight bollocking about everything and the stripping of my flexitime status.
And this is a good thing as ever since they bought it in I knew I’d take advantage of it.
And I have.
So now, quite happy to be 9-5
The irony.