Ok so I now realise that there are in fact
four types of catering and staffing agencies out there. Number four involves a dismal part of South London, grimy chairs and a general
sense of failure. I had an interview for one of these very agencies today. I could stand trekking to the other side of London, walking past an undercover market selling bootleg DVDs and blasting music from their
boom boxes and even avoiding being mugged in a dark underpass if there was the potential of work at the other end but after spending my last tenner on black trousers and a black shirt from Primark, I am sure I'm no closer to
employment.
It's not all doom and gloom, even if I did just have a
melt down in the kitchen, I might get the odd job there. Plus I have two more
interviews lined up for next week with a more classy looking catering agency and a promotions company which is full of happy jolly people advertising companies in plastic jackets. You know the type...they've cornered you on the street before and got you to sign up to some thing or other (you probably don't even remember what it was exactly) by the power of a
smile and a
guilt trip. Well, that will probably be me soon. With any luck.
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