I had come back from travelling...
I was looking for something meaningful to do with my life following on from bumming round the world with my girlfriend. I prepped my CV, sent it out to relevant agencies and HR people, had a few interviews, which, whilst not getting the job, gave me good experience.

Then I got a call from an agency asking if I wanted to do some temp for the BPC, who are a government quango. Wanting to put my political knowledge to good use, I accepted, without researching... This turned out to be a relatively naive thing... But what the hell, money was money, and I needed it, and some good politics-y crap for my CV.

I turned up on Monday, suited and booted, to find that in my desperation to get out of unemployment, I had agreed to work for the British Potato Council (Did you even imagine that such a glorious body existed?!).

In a way, it was good for me, I upped the output of my CV 10-fold to try and find a route out. I spent my days stuffing envelopes with posters for schools about how great potatoes are, and how shit pasta and rice are (I swear to God!), answering calls from people asking me why their potatoes were still hard after boiling (seriously, retired people have to much time on their hands), and how to keep slugs off their plants (how the fuck would a temp sat on reception reading a book know?!).

I still get called 'potato-boy', and other such names by my friends.

I probably would have preferred to sign on.
(The Kwyjibo A big, dumb, balding North American ape., Tue 7 Apr 2009, 12:26, 1 reply)

Wow...
You've opened my eyes to the existence of another Illuminati Sect. Thanks.
( Cawl, Tue 7 Apr 2009, 12:43, closed)