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I meant to let you know what the hell I was up to sooner than this, but didn't quite get 'round to it. So...
I'm currently working in callcentre of the bank Abbey, dealing with Personal Banking. I went to within a hair's breadth of being dismissed, after failing my test call three times, but got a fourth try 'cause they had so much faith in me, and passed with flying colours. Unfortunately some have also reached the consensus that I have "the attention span of a goldfish" - which isn't exactly true. I mean, I'm extremely prone to distractibility and leaving the conversation frequency for a short visit to Planet Heather whenever discussion falls below rivetting, something interesting is going on around me, I just had an amazing idea, I'm still running my last idea around my brain, or I'm considering just how I might end up planting a big wet kiss on some fine looking gent in the vicinity - but that doesn't mean that I can't pay attention.
Other than that, I'm working 9-5, Mon-Fri, and I hate that in particular. I'm usually a shadow of myself come Friday. I've tried (admittedly not too strictly) to be sensible in my sleeping - but I'm usually flying by 11pm, and have to resort to knocking back Horlicks and listening to dolphin music to settle myself. I've also heard that Jac is earning more bucks a stone's throw away from my workplace, and is working just 4 10-hour shifts a week, so I may, might, hold this one for a few months to see how it goes, and use it as CV fodder, before attempting a shift to Skypark.
And once I start making a wee bit o' money, I'll start exploring other avenues for making pennies - various ones. Anything to get me out of the yuppy institutions.
I'm not flying tonight though. I really do want my bed now. This may be a good sign.
I'm currently working in callcentre of the bank Abbey, dealing with Personal Banking. I went to within a hair's breadth of being dismissed, after failing my test call three times, but got a fourth try 'cause they had so much faith in me, and passed with flying colours. Unfortunately some have also reached the consensus that I have "the attention span of a goldfish" - which isn't exactly true. I mean, I'm extremely prone to distractibility and leaving the conversation frequency for a short visit to Planet Heather whenever discussion falls below rivetting, something interesting is going on around me, I just had an amazing idea, I'm still running my last idea around my brain, or I'm considering just how I might end up planting a big wet kiss on some fine looking gent in the vicinity - but that doesn't mean that I can't pay attention.
Other than that, I'm working 9-5, Mon-Fri, and I hate that in particular. I'm usually a shadow of myself come Friday. I've tried (admittedly not too strictly) to be sensible in my sleeping - but I'm usually flying by 11pm, and have to resort to knocking back Horlicks and listening to dolphin music to settle myself. I've also heard that Jac is earning more bucks a stone's throw away from my workplace, and is working just 4 10-hour shifts a week, so I may, might, hold this one for a few months to see how it goes, and use it as CV fodder, before attempting a shift to Skypark.
And once I start making a wee bit o' money, I'll start exploring other avenues for making pennies - various ones. Anything to get me out of the yuppy institutions.
I'm not flying tonight though. I really do want my bed now. This may be a good sign.