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prophet wrote:HFX wrote:Viazon wrote:Fuck Nandos. Go to the meat counter in Tescos. You can get a whole chicken for not that much. Ready cooked. Me and my friends used to get them all the time then just eat them in the car.
Man I always think you can't get more weird and then you say something else
The image of Viazon and his equally odd mates all sat outside the supermarket eating chicken together in the car is too much
PorkChop wrote:Well, I smashed the assessment and was offered an interview which I had this morning. It could have gone better though.
They asked me about 30 questions, a lot of them were so incredibly similar that it was difficult not to repeat myself and actually say something insightful each time. I'd prepared pretty extensively for today yet they managed to avoid asking basically every question I'd prepared for. It was a pretty frustrating interview, easily the most difficult I've had.
I'm not sure how well I'll fare, I'm not too hopeful but I'm naturally a pessimistic bastard.
PorkChop wrote:I didn't get it.
AkydefGoldberg wrote:I know I mentioned it before, but you not thought about volunteering? Even if it was an hour, might help? Certainly with a new, up to date reference. I'm certain that the references I got from my volunteering place helped me get the job I'm fortunate to have.
PorkChop wrote:AkydefGoldberg wrote:I know I mentioned it before, but you not thought about volunteering? Even if it was an hour, might help? Certainly with a new, up to date reference. I'm certain that the references I got from my volunteering place helped me get the job I'm fortunate to have.
I volunteer in a charity shop currently, 6 hours a day, 4 days a week. I fucking hate it, but it's work.
It just seems like finding a full time job is an impossibility for me.
PorkChop wrote:I've had some agency work. I recently had a security guard gig through an agency.
As for the volunteering, disorganised is an understatement. There's a room at the back of the shop which is just filled with binbags of dead old women's clothes, just waiting for me to sort through. Some old woman donated a box of tampons today. She just got them out her bag, put them on the counter in front of me, politely smiled, and walked away. Like, what is fucking wrong with you, you old slut. No charity shop is going to flog your leftover tampons. Christ.
PorkChop wrote:Bumping this thread as I got a job.
If you show any emotion other than extreme joy, you will be banned.
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