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So, I got sent back from that job. Which I've been meaning to post about all day, but never got around to it. Apparently they told the agency I "wasn't as enthusiastic as they were hoping for/thought I could have been". Which is probably true, but I don't know how enthusiastic they expect me to be in a job that is essentially typing out letters then going to get another tape and typing out more letters, in a job where the people I was actually working under only spoke to me or were in the same room as me once or twice the whole time I was there. ( Some ranting )
Anyway. The agency asked me some questions about whether I was okay to work and was fit to work, and I said yes, and they have something else for me on Thursday. And I was thinking, actually, that I wasn't going to get a chance to go into town to look at/get some fairly one-off seeming things until next Saturday, since I'm going back to my parents' this weekend for Father's Day, so it's actually worked out sort of well. I shouldn't really be paying out for stuff so much, but if they'd sent me back next week I'd have just bought a new £60 bus pass, so that has probably made up for something.
I also managed to get out into the courtyard and tidy up a bit. It turns out the random Yellow Pages nobody had picked up were where some wasps had gone to die, and that we had some very stubborn moss growing on the ground outside, but it generally looks a bit cleaner I think. I'd like to finally try and get the plants outside tomorrow. And get some new ones at some point. The Bougainvillea I was looking at in Wilkinsons isn't there at the moment. Woe.
Nottingham seemed, while I was out, to have been hit with massive power outages today. I was in Fopp and suddenly all the lights and music went down, and I assume the security alarms and tills. Then when I called the Citycard phoneline, they'd had a big power outage as well, and couldn't do anything I was asking for on the computers, till tomorrow. Electricity company must be having problems. Also, normally I hate the charity/petition people who hang around in Nottingham town centre while people are shopping. One once followed me down the street as I was on my way to a film to get me to sign my name on his and give my address. However, the Phoenix Children Foundation outdid themselves today by having a real live pony in the streets with them. A tiny pony, wandering around with a charity jacket on. Which was nice for a bit of a change.
Anyway. The agency asked me some questions about whether I was okay to work and was fit to work, and I said yes, and they have something else for me on Thursday. And I was thinking, actually, that I wasn't going to get a chance to go into town to look at/get some fairly one-off seeming things until next Saturday, since I'm going back to my parents' this weekend for Father's Day, so it's actually worked out sort of well. I shouldn't really be paying out for stuff so much, but if they'd sent me back next week I'd have just bought a new £60 bus pass, so that has probably made up for something.
I also managed to get out into the courtyard and tidy up a bit. It turns out the random Yellow Pages nobody had picked up were where some wasps had gone to die, and that we had some very stubborn moss growing on the ground outside, but it generally looks a bit cleaner I think. I'd like to finally try and get the plants outside tomorrow. And get some new ones at some point. The Bougainvillea I was looking at in Wilkinsons isn't there at the moment. Woe.
Nottingham seemed, while I was out, to have been hit with massive power outages today. I was in Fopp and suddenly all the lights and music went down, and I assume the security alarms and tills. Then when I called the Citycard phoneline, they'd had a big power outage as well, and couldn't do anything I was asking for on the computers, till tomorrow. Electricity company must be having problems. Also, normally I hate the charity/petition people who hang around in Nottingham town centre while people are shopping. One once followed me down the street as I was on my way to a film to get me to sign my name on his and give my address. However, the Phoenix Children Foundation outdid themselves today by having a real live pony in the streets with them. A tiny pony, wandering around with a charity jacket on. Which was nice for a bit of a change.
