The badge says it all.
Well, literally, it doesn’t say it all. I also had my brows waxed and my hair trimmed. I even wore eyeliner and lipstick, because, you know, first impressions and all that jazz.
Regarding that job interview: suffice to say I now have an understanding of how employment agencies work. Or don’t, as the case may be. It turns out that I applied for a job that may or may not have been fictional. I’ll never know because it didn’t come up in the “interview”. At the end of two hours of aptitude tests and intake questionnaires and health and safety quizzes, I am now an “associate” of an employment agency.
As my “agent” informed me, I might end up being employed directly by the client, but there are no assurances. He went on to instruct me that I am obliged to do this and do that and do the other thing. While I am, he advised, under no obligation to accept the jobs that he offers, after three strikes, the relationship is terminated. Does he make himself clear?
Categories: Work, work, work
Tags: job interview