250 miles and a year
My hometown is Bicester, in Oxfordshire. Area postcode is OX26, incase you want to look it up. In 2005, between my first and second years at uni, while I was at home I did some temp work. the first job I was put on was picking and packing for a company called Lagoon Toys (if you've ever bought a pointless toy for christmas, chances are they made it). The first day I worked there I was working with a girl called Laura, who was at uni in Newcastle, and was also temping through the summer for extra cash. We got along really well, but she was only there for the one day, and I stayed for about a month.

In about February I'm in Huddersfield at uni again, and I saw an advert for a placement job in Gateshead. It didn't look that great, so I didn't go for it, until a mate of mine said that he thought it would be the perfect job for me. He actually said this on the closing date for job aplications for this particular job. So I figured, why the hell not? Not got much to lose. So I go for the interview. Six people from the uni went in total, five from music tech courses, and one from an electronics course. The two jobs that were going were technical assistant (electronics type thing, the one which I was hoping for) and sales team assistant (an office type job). To my suprise, about a month later I recieved a phone call saying I'd gotten the technical job, which I never thought I'd get purely on the basis that I was competing against an electronics student.

So in about October, maybe November, I've been doing this job for about three or four months now, and me, the boss and the other technical guy are due to go out on site one Friday, to a building site just the other side of the Tyne. Every Friday, we would all go and have lunch at a pub together (the company only consisted of seven people, including me and the other placement student). We usually went to the same place, but as half of us were going on site to a place right next to another resteraunt, we decided to go there instead. We got in, sat down and chose our meals. We then went to the bar to order, and they told us they weren't serving because they had a backlog of orders. So one of the other guys says "Hey, there's a pub round the corner, we should go there". So we go round the corner to this pub, go in and sit down. By coincidence, the bar girl serving us happens to be the girl I spent a day working with over a year before, over 250 miles away, and we both happen to recognise each other at the exact same time.

Now that I've written this down, it seems much less impressive
( Styxx hates when people talk in the third person, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 0:54, Reply)