Does it still count if you saw the guy for less than an hour?
Picture the scene, if you can:
A young BTBB turns up at a shiny building on an industrial estate- Vectura Labs, if anyone knows it.
He presses the button to be let in, and tells the people he's here to work for an agency. A couple of minutes later, a lovely man named Andy comes, and explains they were meant to be having a girl, not BTBB. 'Should I try and grow breasts and a vagina?' quips BTBB; 'oh, no' titters Andy.
BTBB is given a guided tour, given his own shiny safety goggles and lab coat, and told to report for work, after being told 'you'll be here for a week, for definite'.
during the day, BTBB is as happy as a turd in shite, pushin his little trolley round, collecting things to wash, putting things back, washing things. He even gets complimented that he's picked things up very well! BTBB is One Happy Boy.
Andy comes to see him off at the end of the day, shakes his hand, smiles, tells BTBB how well he's done, etc, etc ,etc.

Next day, BTBB doesn't feel too well; 'I don't think I can go in' he says to his father. 'nonsense' says his father 'you'll be fine, lad', and off they drive.

BTBB is hardly there for half an hour before hes hauled out of the middle of a VERY BUSY LAB, a squaky clean flask still in his hands, to be told he's no longer required, and will be paid for the day.
Teary-eyed, BTBB makes his way forlornly out of the lab, waving bye-bye to everyone, and barely makes it into the car park before he bursts into tears.

On the way home, he calls the agency, who tell him 'oh, yes, we were told yesterday morning you wouldn't be needed for the rest of the week. Apparently your work wasn't very good, and you made far too many mistakes'.

BTBB was not happy, as you can imagine. He'd been lied to more than once, on this, his very first job.

The End.

No apologies for length- this is my first proper in-depth reply to one of these.

P.s.: Click 'I like this' if you were moved by this tale of heartbreak, sorrow, and betrayal.

P.P.S: If, say, ten people click 'I like this', i'll tell the story of Bryce the Scheiss from my other job.
(BornToBeBemused was born,feeling bemused,on, Mon 28 Jan 2008, 3:17, 7 replies)

I am worth ten people
Therefore, you must now post your story!
( jim_bob can herd cats., Mon 28 Jan 2008, 3:24, closed)

And
Begging for clicks is really poor form....
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Mon 28 Jan 2008, 3:28, closed)

agencies always pull tricks like that
my cousin has been with 3 different agencies, they've all messed her around and lied to her.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Mon 28 Jan 2008, 3:32, closed)

All agencys are
Cnuts staffed by people who constantly have to perform to save their job, i train a lot of these sales rats and they are not there to keep the individual happy only to sacrifice you on the great alter of business contract.
( Trollman, Mon 28 Jan 2008, 9:32, closed)

Vectura in Chippenham?
I used to work there as a temp, in the office, back when they were in Bath.

I found the people lovely and got a great send off when I left.

Sad to hear it, if it's the same branch.
( chenobble rocking his explorer beard on, Mon 28 Jan 2008, 10:58, closed)

they just wanted a girl to perv at....
don't take it personally. having a bit of totty pottering about would have brought an iota of joy to their otherwise mundane working lives.
(CaptainFellatioNelson is trying to kill me, Mon 28 Jan 2008, 11:39, closed)

Yep
It was Vectura in Chippenham- and everyone was really nice apart from him. He seemed a nice guy, and I suppose in a way he was, but still- first job'n'all...

Also- I wasn't really begging; I prefer to call it 'implementing pathos and appealing to people's curiosity'.
Which, I suppose is something like begging, now I come to think of it...

Anyway- Bryce the Scheiss shall be posted- keep your eyes on page eveleven, folks.
(BornToBeBemused was born,feeling bemused,on, Mon 28 Jan 2008, 13:44, closed)