girlofprey

Okay, I'm officially confused. A few weeks ago I rang up a local sweet factory, using a number in the big yellow book, looking for some summer work. They were in fact an employment agency, and gave me the number of the sweet factory division (I guess). I asked there, and they were all 'this is the York agency, I'll give you the number for [somewhere nearer my area]'. I called them and they were all 'there is no work at the [local] branch, but some at the [semi-local] branch, can we call you back with details?'. And I said yes and gave them my house number, because I didn't have the mobile to hand. And either they haven't called me back or I missed their call. So I called them back today, definitely on the last number they gave me. And they said no, we don't do the sweet factories, this is Argos, but I'll put you through to the [somewhere nearer my area] division. And I was mostly '?', but complied, and rang, and said 'so, can I have work at your sweet factory please?'. And they said 'where do you want to work, the jewellery division?'

And I said '...what?'

And they were all 'this is Argos, we only do Argos, do you want a job at Argos?'.

And I was all '...but you were sweet factories a week ago!'

And they were all 'no, we had one at the [local] branch, until it burned down. Nowhere else. We are Argos. Do you want to work at Argos?'

And I was all '...part-time?'.

And they gave me details. And I'm going to think about it and call them back.

But I'm still confused.

And possibly have a job at Argos.

Hmm.

In other news, my nephew is a bit of a monster, and a kamikaze one at that.

And Vyvyan from the Young Ones really shouldn't be so sexy. From the knees down anyway. Rick, on the other hand, has my complete permission to continue being adorable and spotty :D ::semi-curses my DVD collection::