"Life" Goes On...

I'm still searching for that ever-elusive dream job. I have an interview today, for Barclays (IT support), and one tomorrow for RBS (in-branch customer service). There should be one in the pipeline for a CCTV development company, who require a graduate software engineer. They're based in... Prestwick (where I'm originally from)!

I'm also waiting to hear back from Graham Technology. The position they have available is for deployment, so it would involve being sent all over the world to work on different projects on-site. Sounds real exciting and great to put on a CV, but I'm not entirely sure if I''m ready for all that travel just yet. Like I said, I feel like settling for at least about a year, to get myself sorted out. If I got it though I would probably take it as it sounds good! The interview was quite positive, and G.T. even paid for my taxi home, which was cool.

Actually I did have a job (for a moment there)... Search Consultancy, being their usual helpful selves, got me temp work with a solicitors at Charing Cross. It was just taking calls for their remortgage department. On Sunday night I went to bed early, so as to get a good sleep. However, I didn't really get much sleep, and when I went in to work, I was really tired. The place was like a mini call centre on the 5th floor. There was no training, and so all I could do was listen into calls (I was buddied with this attractive nedette). As there was no extra headphone socket, I could only hear what she was saying, and not the customer. I hadn't a clue about what was going on really. Although I was to be buddied up for the day, I felt there was no way I could go in next day and take calls on my own - I hadn't a clue what to say or do. There were numerous members of staff off, including the team leader, and basically, I just got "the fear", panicked and left at lunch time. I just thought to myself, "no more call centres!"

When I called Search, they understandably weren't too happy about me leaving half-way through the day, and looking back, it was quite an irrational (and inconsiderate) decision, but I blame it on tiredness, and the fact that my instincts were saying "get out of here!!". I guess it was a bit unfair after all the effort the agency made to find me work, so I did apologise sincerely.

On the plus side, Shagger got in touch today to sort out payment of bills from the last flat. I'm guessing his parents saw the bills come through the door and prompted him to contact me. Anyway, if they get paid off, I can then get my deposit back from Edzell :) Shagger himself has another job, doing sales for British Gas.