You might want to read what would be considered Part One of this story, including the comment that I left: And Then Again...Strike 3
I wanted to be diplomatic and kind to this agency because I thought I would be working with them to find a job in the future, and I didn't want to "burn my bridges" so to speak. I changed my mind. I take that back.
I've been calling this agency once a week, with no results, unless I would have been qualified to be 1) a bartender at Appleby's, or 2) a licensed physical therapist...neither of which I'm qualified to do, just to keep things clear and in perspective.
This last week is the last time I will call the morons masquerading as an employment agency.
I asked my usual question: "Do you have anything in that would work for me?"
Mind you now, this is a woman that I've talked with once a week for weeks. This is a woman I've sat across the desk from and talked to for a half hour interview. Keep in mind that this woman knows me!
Her response, in this idiotic overly-cheerful voice: "Oh, we got lots of things in this week!" (my heart leaps hopefully) "Let's see, we're looking for sand blasters, and welders, and the farmers are going to be starting their harvest and they're going to be needing some help in the cornfields."
My brain froze at this point. I still hear her voice, but it sounds as though I'm hearing it from a long distance. She's chattering on, something about sorting corn!
Morons. The lot of them.
|No, it's not me driving either one of these farm vehicles; and good thing too. |
The rows would definitely not be this straight!