bitful

I've been registered for four months with half a dozen of the main temporary employment agencies. I've called back regularly to refresh their memory about my existence. Never heard from them. Not one single assignment.

Then a few days ago one of them called me to enquire if I was still looking for work and giving me details for a job interview that I attended yesterday.

The job consisted in walking around a busy railway station in central London, taking abuse from customers, working shifts (anytime between 6am and 10pm), including Saturdays and Sundays at a flat rate (no bonus for evening and weekends) of 7 (yes, seven) pounds per hour before tax.

I was willing to do it, anything to be working again.

Unfortunately, I just heard I did not get the job, so to sort of make a point, I have asked the recruitment consultant if she could look in their records and tell me what my typing speed is (I had taken a test when I registered with them). Here is her answer:

u [sic] have a very fast typing speed of 80wpm and 100% accuracy,.,, [sic] this is better than most secretaries…

Oh, have I? Really? I knew that perfectly well, useless woman. And English is not even my first language - you should see me type in French or Italian! Then why the hell was I only called for that crap job? Could it be because (shock, horror) I am not… a woman?

Wasn't there an American sitcom in the early Eighties where two men had to dress in drag? Oh, but that was so that they could live in a female dorm. I see myself more like a Dustin Hoffman type having to turn into Dorothy Michaels to land a part in a soap.

I might just do that. Please welcome Lulu Bell, the trilingual PA from hell.

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