And another oneTemping really does put you in some terrible jobs sometimes.
This is the only temp job that I got out of before my contract finished.
I sent out to a nearby office and found out that my task was to phone up businesses and to try to offer them the services of the company that had hired me.
The company provided support for CEOs. Essentially their theory was that it's lonely at the top and there's no-one to tell you what to do and how to cope with it. Bloody hell... To summarise, they run support groups for CEOs and charge an absolute fortune for this.
Of course, such services would go under expenses of the companies in question, not the CEO themselves.
The real problem I had with it was that among the list of companies were several public service ones, many of which were claiming that they had no money to give to their workers or to spend on small details like safty standards.
I was doing this job just after a major rail crash and top of the list was Railtrack's new executive. There they were, telling the world they had no money to repair all the tracks as fast as they would like and this company was trying to get me to get this person as a client.
It was very morally bankrupt and so I stopped that after one day.
(This is the only temp job that I got out of before my contract finished.
I sent out to a nearby office and found out that my task was to phone up businesses and to try to offer them the services of the company that had hired me.
The company provided support for CEOs. Essentially their theory was that it's lonely at the top and there's no-one to tell you what to do and how to cope with it. Bloody hell... To summarise, they run support groups for CEOs and charge an absolute fortune for this.
Of course, such services would go under expenses of the companies in question, not the CEO themselves.
The real problem I had with it was that among the list of companies were several public service ones, many of which were claiming that they had no money to give to their workers or to spend on small details like safty standards.
I was doing this job just after a major rail crash and top of the list was Railtrack's new executive. There they were, telling the world they had no money to repair all the tracks as fast as they would like and this company was trying to get me to get this person as a client.
It was very morally bankrupt and so I stopped that after one day.
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Mon 10 Nov 2003, 15:27,
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Last oneand another temp job.
The major clothing chain Pilot were changing over their till system. So you'd think that they'd work out someway to emigrate the data? Nooooo. That would be sensible.
Every item in their shop had a set of information to be input into a form, 12 of 19 fields were to be left empty. Every single item, in every single size had a different barcode. You'd think that they'd get a barcode scanner. Nooooo...
So I sat in a small room for three months, typing eight and a half hours solid every day(I needed the money so worked through my lunchbreaks) and I input about two-thirds of Pilot's new till system.
It didn't involve blood. So that was good.
It didn't involve cancer, again, this was progress.
It wasn't morally bankrupt, so I could sleep at night (albeit dreaming of inputting codes).
So what was so bad about this job? Surely it was just boring, not hellish? Noooo...
They piped Radio bloody One into every room of the building every single day and you couldn't turn it off.
That, ladies and gentlemen, was hell.
(The major clothing chain Pilot were changing over their till system. So you'd think that they'd work out someway to emigrate the data? Nooooo. That would be sensible.
Every item in their shop had a set of information to be input into a form, 12 of 19 fields were to be left empty. Every single item, in every single size had a different barcode. You'd think that they'd get a barcode scanner. Nooooo...
So I sat in a small room for three months, typing eight and a half hours solid every day(I needed the money so worked through my lunchbreaks) and I input about two-thirds of Pilot's new till system.
It didn't involve blood. So that was good.
It didn't involve cancer, again, this was progress.
It wasn't morally bankrupt, so I could sleep at night (albeit dreaming of inputting codes).
So what was so bad about this job? Surely it was just boring, not hellish? Noooo...
They piped Radio bloody One into every room of the building every single day and you couldn't turn it off.
That, ladies and gentlemen, was hell.
Matazone has new icons, but is keeping this one,
Mon 10 Nov 2003, 15:36,
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