I've recently been doing temping work for an agency in Dudley, they are quite reliable and friendly and tomorrow I start a months contract for them at a steelworks as a receptionist.
This brought to mind one of my early temp jobs, which I was doing while looking for a real job after leaving college.
It's a Monday morning - I have arrived, half an hour earlier than expected - always polite to arrive early and get to know their ways before actually starting a job. I was working for a team of architects whilst their usual secretary was on holiday, so two weeks of fairly good money. An opportunity not to be missed.
Except I didn't last beyond the first day - it became apparent that one of the architects, a married man, was having an affair. That's cool with me, whatever floats your boat - expect for one minor problem and he knew it and I knew it -
He was banging my best friend and had just spent most of the weekend in her company. He didn't realise that I was the office until I walked to the kettle - he had been gleefully telling his business partner about this really hot but somewhat dizzy girl that he'd spent the weekend shagging, in her parents bed, with her plain best mate in the room next door.
During my lunch break I scuttled off to the agency and said err .. get me the hell out of there, there's a conflict of interest and there will be bloodshed by nightfall.
Woman at the agency made me explain what the problem was - half an hour later back in the office, the phone rings, I answer, hand the phone to the business partner, who then ashen faced asked me to leave. The silly bitch at the agency had only gone and repeated everything I had said!
I never repeated the rest of the overheard conversation to my friend - there are just things you cannot do and it certainly wasn't the most pleasant days work I have ever done.
Anyway - in the words of Yoda
Bed I must to go ......
ooooh! Just thought of something, we're going to see the musical CATS at the Birmingham Hippodrome on Saturday. Our daughter has been in love with it since we read her 'Old Possum's book of Practical Cats' as a baby - we bought her the Andrew Lloyd Webber musical on VHS about 5 years ago and it's almost worn through. Finally we get to see it performed on stage. It's going to be a lovely weekend, I can feel it in me water - the best thing is that she has paid for the tickets herself out of her birthday money.
