Alien temp-monkey
I just got back from my first temping job - a whopping 12 hour shift - working in a fancy shmancy hotel conferenceroom/event-hosting thing. It......SUUUUUUUUCKED. I'm never doing anything like that again. I will stick to little restaurants and cafes. Everyone was so bitchy and mean and catty. fuuuuck that. I need a job, but not that badly. I also have had some annoying experiences with the immigration office here. We've been there three times this week (to get our "alien cards); the first time, we couldn't find it because the stupid bus driver didn't tell us where our stop was. the second time we went, almost didn't find it, and when we did (the sign was 1/3 of a piece of paper taped up in the window), they told us to come back tomorrow. So we did, and they were closed. Until October 1st. Fucking immigration office asshole motherfuckers. Well, that's my shitty Irish week rant. I'm off to eat pizza and beer (that my woman got for me, because she's awesome!)(shitty coors light...ha!!)
posted by Emma at 12:53 a.m.
3 Comments:
I don't understand how temp jobs work... but that sounds sucky.
You're in Ireland. Why are you drinking Coors Light, foo? My windsor friends are trying to beat the coors light out of me. It's working :)
Basically, you apply to an agency, they call you and tell you some sketchy place that needs extra help, and you show up not knowing what you're doing, and you leave not knowing what just happened.
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yay temps?
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