Last Thursday I finished my temping stint at the publishing company, after 9 long weeks. I must say I’m relieved. Physically, I don’t think I could take anymore and the supervisor? Let’s just say she wasn’t the nicest person and we did NOT get along.
In my following days off, I made some jewellery, sewed buttons onto various clothing items, painted my nails and caught up with Jeremy (Kyle).
Whilst I was elbow deep in yellow material (more on this later), the lovely lady at the agency phoned me explaining that she had found some more temping work for me. It was in the business park on one of the university campuses. The company had had some new software and needed a temp to check over some of their clients’ details, to make sure everything matched up. Simple enough. There wasn’t much work to do so the company would only need me for the last 3 days of this week. Not ideal but hey, it’s money. So, today was my first day. It was… interesting. I arrived 35 minutes early as I misjudged the traffic, hoped that someone would be in reception as I wasn’t sure if I had parked in the right area, and found there was not a soul to speak to. So I headed back to my car, ate my apple and banana that I’d bought with me for breakfast and passed time by inspecting what the students were wearing.
When 8.50am came, I headed into the building once more. Again, there was no one about. Where were their employees I asked myself? Luckily I heard someone coming up the stairs, and pounced. He looked slightly bewildered but was helpful enough to bring me into reception and said that he would let the boss know that I was there. After 10 minutes of watching BBC News24, a lovely girl came in and escorted me through the call centre. It was huge and full of people who all turned to stare at me as I walked through the doors - very intimidating. But it made me wonder; where had all these people come from, I had parked right outside the main doors and had seen hardly anyone go into the building….
Once I had passed the stare-happy employees, I was plonked on a desk at the end of a row and told to ‘keep myself busy’ while they find me some work. Errr keep myself busy with what? So I sat twirling in my chair and twiddling my thumbs for 50 minutes until the girl came back with a pile of papers, some basic filing which kept me happy until lunch. I had an hour for lunch so headed out into what was now a sunny day, with plans to go to the union shop (as I’d forgotten my lunch). But on the way past my car I noticed something. Something bright yellow stuck onto my windscreen – a parking ticket. Great. I ripped it open and luckily it was only a warning. Apparently I needed a permit to park in that space. So after lunch I harassed another man on the stairs and asked him where I was supposed to park. He explained that I could get a temporary permit for free next door, that was one thing less to worry about.
After lunch I spent another hour twiddling my thumbs waiting for some work and at 3.50pm they told me I could go home as there wasn’t anything else to do! Brilliant. I’m back in tomorrow at 9am. Maybe I’ll bring a book… or a board game.
Anyway, enough about work. On Saturday I have a birthday party to attend, its fancy dress. I’m going as Noddy. The only thing I have so far is some rather fetching red shoes. Looks like I’ll be heading into town tomorrow for late night shopping (leaving it far too late, as usual). I went to the haberdashery on Monday to find some yellow and red fabric to make my Noddy scarf. I was hoping to find some scraps as I only need a very small amount but they seemed to have stopped selling scraps of fabric there. Oh well, I’ll think of something.
Then on Sunday I’m heading home to see my best friends as it’s one of their birthdays too. We’re celebrating by going to the Emma Bridgewater Tea Party!!! I’m so exited and as far as I’m concerned, this weekend can not come quick enough (more so than usual).
Just before I finish up this post, I would like to make a request. Some of my friends are doing the most amazing things for charity. My best friend Emily (who’s blog I mentioned in my last post) is doing the race for life on behalf of Cancer Research UK and she is training so hard. Another friend (Carla, the one whose birthday we’re celebrating on Sunday) is abseiling down a building to raise money for The Stroke Association. Lastly, Emily’s brother and cousin are doing a sky dive to raise money for John Radcliffe Hospital. Please click on the links below and read their stories. They are truly inspiring and they are such brave people. If you can, sponsor them. Whatever you can give, however large or small your donation, it will make a difference.
To read Emily’s story click here To read Carla’s story click here And to read Tim’s amazing story click here
It's nice to spread a little bit of good in the world...
Thank you
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