Job agencies. I fucking hate them.
As you might remember, I worked at an office last year with a bloke who called me a cunt and I had to bite my lip for 8 weeks until they let me go because it turned out they didn't need so many people for the task.
So the agency sent me to another place. The money's reasonable. The workplace was not. It was utter chaos. One of the chaps who was hired with me left after three weeks, I soon followed. It was a real clusterfuck: A bastard to get to (on public transport - two buses), very inflexible in terms of their work hours, so If I was late (which I often was thanks to the traffic), there was no time to catch up. The work procedures was dizzily complex and you weren't really trained as such, just told when you were going wrong (yeah, thanks for that). The atmosphere you could cut with a knife: everyone was basically working for themselves and not the team. The team leader who hired me fucked to another job in the big smoke leaving it pretty much rudderless. Worst of all was a colleague, some young tart who kept annoyingly speaking to me like every sentence was a question? Constantly picking on me for making mistakes (that were often not even mistakes just me doing things in my on way to the same ends, just not her way). My stomach problems returned, I couldn't sleep, I'm back smoking again (albeit the e-cigarette variety). I tend to compartmenatlise: Work is work, home is home, but I was worrying about the next day at work when I was at home.
So I quit that. Supervisor was a bit non-plussed and seemed unsympathetic.
Next up: usher at a magistrates court. Not great pay but absolutely fascinating stuff. Meet all sorts of people, no office computer work, great people to work with and on Friday I met one of the most beautiful women I have ever met...and she was a policewoman! Got to grips with it fairly quickly, trained properly, nicely eased into it. It's chaos but it's manageable chaos, it has to be in court, it's like shifting sand. A lost of rushing about but also a lot of sitting around and waiting.
This will do me for now, I thought.
Then on Monday when I finished work, I went out the side entrance, dipped into my pocket to look at my phone to the time when POP! Rolled onto my ankle, badly.
Managed to stumble home, where I saw a nurse at the local surgery. No bones broken but a big swollen lump. Treated it with ice that night. The next day it felt saw and looked only slightly discoloured and I could walk on it, albeit gingerly. I decided to go into work, this time at the county court. Long day to'ing and fro'ing, then I attended a football match later on (tickets were bought, what could I do?). Came in 10.30pm, took my sock off...it was like someone had attacked it with a hammer!
I shouldn't have went in on Tuesday or gone to the match, I admit that now. So I rang in early and said that I was taking the day off and see the doctor. Unfortunately when I rang later, they only had the following day (today) in the afternoon. So I have spent the last 24 hours regularly treating it with ice. Rang in again this morning to say that I wouldn't be in.
Then I get a call from my supervisor. "I could have got an appointment quicker" she said. And "You've only been there two weeks!" "So you're just going to have the day off. You could have done some office work." Best of all was "you have to think it is right for you, not what the Doctor says."
Right, I see. I thought it would be "right" on Tuesday and then look what happened. And that's kind of what Doctors are for I would have thought, to advise when things like this happen.
I've had nothing but misery and frustration and now injury since I signed up to that bastard agency and they expect you to take this shit all the time and act like a fucking robot.
Fuck 'em...
