Thursday, October 09, 2008

Gissa job, mate!

Younger Son signed on at a job agency yesterday. They straightaway offered him 10 hours work: 5 hours training this afternoon followed by 5 hours work next Thursday. He duly turned up for training today only to find the tutor had gone home sick and the class was postponed until next Monday - when he has lectures in university.

He got home to a telephone call from the club with whom he had an interview last Saturday: he came second after a woman.

It's just not his week workwise. Actually it's just not his year.

3 comments:

Leslie: said...

Oh too bad! Something is bound to turn up soon.

Dragonstar said...

Trying to find work is a miserable and depressing experience.

sally in norfolk said...

as you must know from reading my blog both my boys have been through this.... hang in there and dont give up hope... very easy to say i know .

each day is a new day :-)