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I turned up in some dive-hole high rise building, again near Five Ways. The building looked unkempt and the people were positively scruffy (definitely a sign that they weren’t being paid enough and moral was low).
I was led to my desk, started up the computer, asked where the typing work was. The head secretary handed me a three page list of names and telephone numbers, and told me I had to organise a massive meeting for that Friday. I was struck dumb - more telephone work! And how can they ask a temp to organise a meeting on her first day, before she even knows where the toilets are.
“No,” I said, “I’m an audio typist slash secretary. I can’t do this.” She looked surprised and fussed around for a bit, then dug out a piece of paper, saying, “I think this needs typing up.” “I think the agency have sent the wrong person,” I told her, determinedly turning off the computer.
She rang the agency, and I waited. I definitely wasn’t staying here. The woman finally came back, saying the agency was sending someone else. I left, marched into the city and barged into the agency offices with a vengeance. “No telephone work!” I told them. “Its in big letters on my CV, I don’t like telephone work, I’m not good at it, don't send me to jobs where I'm expected to do it!.” They said they understood, but I joined another agency the same day. |
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