Mar 01, 2007 18:55
Needless to say, the Alloa job did not go according to plan. The guy only mentioned the T-word when I'd got in this afternoon and plonked down at the desk.
T-word, BTW, is telemarketing. Something I hate with the fire of a thousand suns.
I made about 20 phonecalls and was getting ready to chew my own arms off out of sheer frustration when the guy asked me how everything was going and to be honest. Suffice it to say, I'm not going back on Monday. Plus I was getting utterly sick of getting my wallet raped just to pay the bus fare into Alloa.
I'm still at NESTA, thank God, and since I'm off the emergency tax code, I can still afford to pay bills, rent and food, so not too bad. Plus I'm due a rather nice rebate once I actually remember to call the tax office.
But at the moment, I'm miffed. Fucking telemarketing. They never mentioned THAT at the interview.
I medically need a curry. Roll on Tastebudz chicken korma, I think I deserve it.
Mel xxx