Out of my depthAs a schoolkid, I signed up for a public speaking contest purely as a ruse to meet girls. It haunts me still: in front of 300 people, I started to speak, dried up, stood there for what felt like half an hour staring at the floor and then slowly walked back to my seat. Oh, and the girl I liked laughed.
Have you ever been utterly, completely, devastatingly out of your depth?
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chthonic, Thu 14 Oct 2004, 15:07)
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Back in the dark, distant days before full-time employmentI temped for a year between yooni and finding a job.
The spacktards who work in recruitment agencies are so desperate to earn a fat commission that they'll generally believe anything you'll tell them without checking out the facts.
A particularly well-paid post for a switchboard operator cropped up, which I duly applied for. At some point during my application, the drone asked me if I could operate a QuackydooglesploinkCP30-A switchboard. I replied that I was, indeed, familiar with its work - well, how hard could answering a few phones be?
The next day I turned up, only to be confronted with the sort of desk that would have a rocket scientist scratching their head. I wasn't so much out of my depth as gazing into the abyss.
After blindly fumbling around, transferring calls to Brazil, the moon and what-have-you, I was confronted by the supervisor, who marched me, sweating and shaking, to the door.
The best part of this story is that the agency were on the phone the next day, offering me yet another position as a switchboard operator.
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furry numnah has returned from the dead (but her profile appears to be mightily fucked), Tue 19 Oct 2004, 18:16,
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