Here’s some job hunting bullshit…
My company has recently relocated to fucking Arse-end-On-Tweed and I’ve resigned because, unfortunately, I don’t drive and Arse-end-On-Tweed is not accessible by public transport.
Since then I’ve been checking out loads of jobs in London and have learnt a very valuable lesson, which I now impart to you:
At some time in working life you may feel it necessary to apply, via recruitment agencies, for jobs in your nearest metropolis which, for me, happens to be London. If your application is picked up by one of these agencies, make damn sure, when they phone you to arrange the preliminary interview, that they tell you explicitly there is absolutely nothing in your CV/resume which could potentially fuck you over.
Twice now, fucking twice, I’ve applied online for what looked like perfect positions and twice some gormless fucking spastic from a recruitment agency has phoned me up to arrange the preliminary interview. Twice I’ve gone all the way to London with high hopes, filled out all their little forms, aced all their little tests, and given interviews from the top drawer. And TWICE, these waterheaded, slack-jawed, mongoloid fuckwits have turned around and said “Well, Mr Kaplin, you’re obviously a very strong candidate, but we don’t think you have quite enough experience to fill this role”
Oh really, you cunt? How did you figure that out? Could it be FROM MY FUCKING RESUME?!? My fucking resume which you’ve had in your gimpy little hand since I first applied? The CV you were probably looking at when you called me for the appointment? You fucking timewasting motherfucker. If you didn’t think I was qualified, why did you ask me come for the interview? You made me spend twenty fucking quid on a train ticket, waste an entire day, and get my hopes up for no good reason at all.
Arsewit.