March 4th, 2003
|02:48 pm - Not so good|
Woke up before 10 yesterday. Soon after 11, Adecco called me, which was a first. They confirmed the types of work I was interested in and effectively got me to reject the telesales position they had available. Showered, dressed up, went into town. Went to the library to print out the three entries containing details of what I've been up to at the end of last week (printer at home ill, connection to LJ also unhealthy). Printer system at library more b0rked than usual - at some point I shall rant about the extent to which they have taken a sensible, efficient system and turned into a horribly labour-intensive one for only a very theoretical benefit.
Managed to make it to my appointment at "Working Links" either on time, or at least within a few seconds. Talked quite a lot to a nice lady who gave me over half an hour and who was a good listener. Unfortunately Working Links seems to be little more than a recruitment agency with government or council money behind it - but maybe they'll be able to help. Bumped into a friend (Clark - mentioned in passing in the board game entries) who I hadn't seen and chatted to for a while, which was nice. I gave Clark my LJ URL so he might well drop by. *waves at Clark* Vaguely productive in other spheres, but only vaguely.
Today, slept from 2 until 8:30. I definitely woke up a cycle too early; I haven't felt like doing much so far and do feel that I've been put off far too easily. The lady from Get IT with whom I was due to have an appointment today is off ill, so I shall recycle my appointment there. CVs submitted to job sites: zero. Progress on forms and admin for interview at job centre tomorrow: zero. Not as good as last week. May well get better yet, though.
Edit: other bad thing which happened today which I forgot to include first time. I checked my bank statement and the cheap £17 train ticket I bought to go to MacT00bage has turned out to be a not-so-cheap £52.50 train ticket. Words will be had, though I could do without the hassle - I have a feeling that TheTrainLine, where I bought the ticket, will try to shuttle me to Arriva, who charged me for it, and Arriva will shuttle me back again. I bought it on a debit card, not a credit card, which I suspect may be vaguely not-too-helpful. Any advice that can be offered here would be very helpful. £35½ is large enough to be annoying, but not large enough for me to want to go to the Small Claims Court.
Amusing thing that David Bodycombe pointed out: Combat Ball. Admittedly it offers little - other than enhanced target area - that home laser games didn't do more cheaply fifteen years ago, but part of its charm is its low-tech, distinctly cheatable, vaguely dangerous nature. Buying twenty sets and having a massive 20 v. 20 battle at the games club seems like slightly too much fun to be allowed, though, but it's nice to know that we have the budget to do so if we wanted to.
Current Mood: unaccomplished (by analogue)
Current Music: Soviet National Anthem, c/o queerasjohn
That's bizarre! Looking at my journal - and someone else's friends page - the current music is listed as "Soviet National Anthem, c/o ", whereas looking at this entry's specific page readily credit the SNA to queerasjohn
. (Or at least my copy thereof.)
Embedding LJ tags within music: lines apparently considered harmful.
Couldn't have done it if I tried.
I found it useful to make Friends with myself to spot quirks like these.
|Date:||March 4th, 2003 09:44 am (UTC)|| |
Checking the link, it looks like something worth a try next time I make an entry.
|Date:||March 4th, 2003 09:53 pm (UTC)|| |
They've fixed it. Check the link again for the response. HTH, HAND.
Yep - worked for my test, too! :-)
HingAND so far...
Combat ball now a must have for my office.
Not very productive? How's the burn coming?
I was thinking of scanning it, but that may be the bad sort of Too Much Information, rather than the fun sort.
Seems to have swelled to 22mm x 6mm.
At least you're making progress in one area.
|Date:||March 4th, 2003 08:43 pm (UTC)|| |
Good call, that. Telemarketing is a subhuman way to make a living. (There are good people that do it, but they damn well wish they weren't.)
Funny thing about jobs. Having one sucks; Not having one sucks; trying to find one sucks most of all.
|Date:||March 5th, 2003 01:09 am (UTC)|| |
Re: rejecting telesales
I just love telemarketers. They are fair game.
I'll write a whole post about it some time, but here's a sample.
A telemarketer called me just on dinnertime to ask if I, with a partner, was interested in a complimentary dancing lesson, with the option for a course of six at a special price if we liked it.
I told him that I thought his offer was in extremely poor taste, seeing as I am confined to a wheelchair.
The muddled apology I received may, conceivably, not have been on the script.
[I'm not the most athletic soul you ever met, but I'm not in a wheelchair either. However, as I said, I just love telemarketers.]
Re: rejecting telesales
Mr. H., you're a baaaaaaad maaaaaaaaan. I am impressed.
I've thought about trying to say funky things to telemarketers and the like in the past, but normally I have neither the improvisation skills nor the presence of mind to come up with anything too cute.
I worked out the other day (I'm not sure how accurate it is, but it seems like a sensible sort of foundation) that there are three things I'm not
looking for in a job:
1) Can't contain significant amounts of work involving significant manual dexterity, more than (say) operating a keyboard. Those who know how shaky my hands are and how clumsy I am will see the reason for this.
2) Can't involve dealing with the public at large, even if only over a telephone.
3) Can't involve selling, just because I distrust salespeople at large and the selling process in general.
Telesales are out because of #2
- though I have respect for those who don't have these hang-ups and can make a living from telephone sales agency. (I have a lot less respect for those who do outbound cold-calling, though.) When I went to Working Links, I saw the position advertised in the Adecco window. In general I suspect Adecco have more positions advertised on their window at any one time than they actually have in practice, simply because they aren't too good at taking them down. This one would have offered £ 10,500 per annum base salary, on-target £ 20,000. I'd have hated the job, I think, but it still made me wonder about it!