Absolutely speechless.
What a band.
I'm a little in love.
Videos and photos to follow.
*VERY VERY BIG HEARTS*
Tuesday, 28 September 2010
MGMT - Leeds O2 Academy, Monday 27th September 2010
ONE OF THE VERY BEST GIGS I'VE BEEN TO IN MY LIFE!!!
Absolutely speechless.
What a band.
I'm a little in love.
Videos and photos to follow.
*VERY VERY BIG HEARTS*
Absolutely speechless.
What a band.
I'm a little in love.
Videos and photos to follow.
*VERY VERY BIG HEARTS*
Thursday, 23 September 2010
Recruitment Scamming Agencies...
O.K., so as you know, I am still catastrophically unemployed. I have tried me hardest to find a job but it just doesn't seem to be going that well.
Who wouldn't want this mush? Eh?
:)
Anyhoo, let me set the scene... Tuesday 21st September. Woke up stupidly early at 8.30am. Lay on the sofa for a good few hours revelling in the delight that is ChallengeTV and shouting at the morons on Dale's Supermarket Sweep that "THE SPAM IS DOWN THE OTHER ISLE, YOU FUCKIN' PILLOCK!"
;)
Lone behold, I get a phonecall from a very professional sounding woman at 4WARD PROMOTIONS in Manchester and she wonders if it is possible that I can attend a meeting that same day. I'm eager to say the least. I get a move on, print off the email she sends me to prep for the interview and jump on the train, organising to meet with friends while I'm there.
First of all, it takes FOREVER to find the place. Dickinson Street is near the Library but how the hell was I supposed to know this?! Me and my friend went for a wander and finally found it with seconds to spare before my appointment time. I filled out a form, of which all the information was on my CV - so I was a bit narked off to say the least. Was ushered into a waiting room where I was eyeing up the competition - I couldn't stop grinning at the whole situation and wondered, "What the fuck am I doing here?"
Then this tall leggy blonde walks in and takes me upstairs for an interview. Now, the offices looked dodgy. Her office had nothing in it, only a desk and two chairs, which was weird. And what became apparant throughout the interview was that she was avoiding telling me exactly what the job entailed. She blabbed on, very convincingly and nicely might I add, about managerial positions within the year (and maybe earlier months if you proved prosperous) and failed to tell me the exact number of wages.
Now, I carried on in my usual dorky and bubbly fashion before shaking her hand and leaving, expressing that YES, I am ambitious and YES, I would be prepared to come back tomorrow for an all-day interview with the company, starting at 9.15am.
It all seemed a little too good to be true... Meeting up with friends later, I told them how well it all went. But one girl was dubious. She told me to be careful and do my research. She'd gone for a job similar to this, been successful at the interview like me, but then researched the agency and discovered that it was a scammng agency that wasn't worth the bother.
So, on return to Huddersfield, shattered, I researched 4WARD PROMOTIONS and the second suggestion in google.com was, quite unbelievingly, "4ward promotions scam".
So, I had been targetted by a recruitment scamming agency and given a completely false job perception of what I'd be doing. But what shocked me more was that there are 100+ agencies like this in the UK who are targetting the unemployed in a desperate plot to get more staff members.
Theses people put their jobs on jobsites under popular searches e.g. admin, fashion and retail, sales and marketing etc. and tell you that you're going to be promoted to manager in a year, earning 100,000s of pounds per annum, and that you're in a stable office envornment.
FALSE.
You actually turn into one of those poor people on the street who harrass you trying to promote 'high quality' products like Victoria Jackson make-ups (which is actually on the same par as Boots own brand) and it's all on commission.
It's disgusting to think that I nearly got sucked into them and they're praying on desperate unemployed people like me and my friends to do their shitty work for them. I didn't turn up to the all-day interview yesterday and they didn't even ring me to find out where I was. Knobheads.
NAME AND SHAME THESE RECRUITMENT SCAMMING AGENCIES AND STAY AWAY FROM INTERVIEWS ON DICKINSON STREET IN MANCHESTER!
Who wouldn't want this mush? Eh?
:)
Anyhoo, let me set the scene... Tuesday 21st September. Woke up stupidly early at 8.30am. Lay on the sofa for a good few hours revelling in the delight that is ChallengeTV and shouting at the morons on Dale's Supermarket Sweep that "THE SPAM IS DOWN THE OTHER ISLE, YOU FUCKIN' PILLOCK!"
;)
Lone behold, I get a phonecall from a very professional sounding woman at 4WARD PROMOTIONS in Manchester and she wonders if it is possible that I can attend a meeting that same day. I'm eager to say the least. I get a move on, print off the email she sends me to prep for the interview and jump on the train, organising to meet with friends while I'm there.
First of all, it takes FOREVER to find the place. Dickinson Street is near the Library but how the hell was I supposed to know this?! Me and my friend went for a wander and finally found it with seconds to spare before my appointment time. I filled out a form, of which all the information was on my CV - so I was a bit narked off to say the least. Was ushered into a waiting room where I was eyeing up the competition - I couldn't stop grinning at the whole situation and wondered, "What the fuck am I doing here?"
Then this tall leggy blonde walks in and takes me upstairs for an interview. Now, the offices looked dodgy. Her office had nothing in it, only a desk and two chairs, which was weird. And what became apparant throughout the interview was that she was avoiding telling me exactly what the job entailed. She blabbed on, very convincingly and nicely might I add, about managerial positions within the year (and maybe earlier months if you proved prosperous) and failed to tell me the exact number of wages.
Now, I carried on in my usual dorky and bubbly fashion before shaking her hand and leaving, expressing that YES, I am ambitious and YES, I would be prepared to come back tomorrow for an all-day interview with the company, starting at 9.15am.
It all seemed a little too good to be true... Meeting up with friends later, I told them how well it all went. But one girl was dubious. She told me to be careful and do my research. She'd gone for a job similar to this, been successful at the interview like me, but then researched the agency and discovered that it was a scammng agency that wasn't worth the bother.
So, on return to Huddersfield, shattered, I researched 4WARD PROMOTIONS and the second suggestion in google.com was, quite unbelievingly, "4ward promotions scam".
So, I had been targetted by a recruitment scamming agency and given a completely false job perception of what I'd be doing. But what shocked me more was that there are 100+ agencies like this in the UK who are targetting the unemployed in a desperate plot to get more staff members.
Theses people put their jobs on jobsites under popular searches e.g. admin, fashion and retail, sales and marketing etc. and tell you that you're going to be promoted to manager in a year, earning 100,000s of pounds per annum, and that you're in a stable office envornment.
FALSE.
You actually turn into one of those poor people on the street who harrass you trying to promote 'high quality' products like Victoria Jackson make-ups (which is actually on the same par as Boots own brand) and it's all on commission.
It's disgusting to think that I nearly got sucked into them and they're praying on desperate unemployed people like me and my friends to do their shitty work for them. I didn't turn up to the all-day interview yesterday and they didn't even ring me to find out where I was. Knobheads.
NAME AND SHAME THESE RECRUITMENT SCAMMING AGENCIES AND STAY AWAY FROM INTERVIEWS ON DICKINSON STREET IN MANCHESTER!
Friday, 17 September 2010
DAMIEN RICE
I don't care if people say he's depressing, I don't care if people say acoustic music is not worth going to see live.
I LOVE DAMIEN RICE!
Someone come and see him with me?
PLEASE?!
I'd give anything to hear 'Accidental Babies' performed remotely in this way.
:)
I LOVE DAMIEN RICE!
Someone come and see him with me?
PLEASE?!
I'd give anything to hear 'Accidental Babies' performed remotely in this way.
:)
I want a bodyguard...
There's a distinct lack of love in my life at the moment. And no one of mild excitement has rung or text me for a long time - aside from a friend who brags about her full-time job to me (lucky cow) and my mum asking me when I'll be making my way home.
So, yes, I could very much do with a bodyguard in my life right now. Even though I don't need one... It's not like redecorating, dicking about on The Sims 3, planning a couple of novels and occasionally popping into town are potentially dangerous activities.
But, anyway...
I'd even settle for Kevin Costner as well, I think.
;)
Sunday, 12 September 2010
Furthermore, I feel a bit mannish...
Most of the muscles in my body are tense... And aching.
My family is falling apart...
The title's pretty self-explanatory.
My little brother is turning into a genuine fight-seeking, trouble-finding lager-lout of a hooligan. He aint so little anymore, being the big 2-0. But he's still a little shit. He's robbing my parents blind. My mum asked him to take some of her gold to one of those gold shops in town and he kept the £180 that she got for them! He treats the house like a hotel and I can't remember the last half-decent conversation I had with him. His friends are wankers, his girlfriends are his enemy's ex's, which resulted in an explosive showdown last night at 3.30am. This knobhead had found out he'd slept with his ex, he'd been beaten up to a pulp and then proceeded to smash the house up 'cos my dad wouldn't give him his car keys to his shitty little Corsa (WHO HE BOUGHT OFF THE FUCKER WHO DID HIS NOSE IN IN THE FIRST PLACE!) because he hasn't insured it for the last two months...
I've told my parents that I can't live in the house with him here as well. I hate to say it because I never thought I'd think it... But I don't think I view him as a little brother anymore. I can't physically stand him.
I want him THE FUCK out of this house.
Then again it's not my decision to make. And because both my parents know that if he does get kicked out, he's going to lose his job, go off the trails, get into drugs and alcoholism and basically every other fiendish thing under the sun... It looks like I'm going to have to find somewhere else to live.
:'(
My little brother is turning into a genuine fight-seeking, trouble-finding lager-lout of a hooligan. He aint so little anymore, being the big 2-0. But he's still a little shit. He's robbing my parents blind. My mum asked him to take some of her gold to one of those gold shops in town and he kept the £180 that she got for them! He treats the house like a hotel and I can't remember the last half-decent conversation I had with him. His friends are wankers, his girlfriends are his enemy's ex's, which resulted in an explosive showdown last night at 3.30am. This knobhead had found out he'd slept with his ex, he'd been beaten up to a pulp and then proceeded to smash the house up 'cos my dad wouldn't give him his car keys to his shitty little Corsa (WHO HE BOUGHT OFF THE FUCKER WHO DID HIS NOSE IN IN THE FIRST PLACE!) because he hasn't insured it for the last two months...
I've told my parents that I can't live in the house with him here as well. I hate to say it because I never thought I'd think it... But I don't think I view him as a little brother anymore. I can't physically stand him.
I want him THE FUCK out of this house.
Then again it's not my decision to make. And because both my parents know that if he does get kicked out, he's going to lose his job, go off the trails, get into drugs and alcoholism and basically every other fiendish thing under the sun... It looks like I'm going to have to find somewhere else to live.
:'(
Thursday, 9 September 2010
Maybe I should be a chef instead...
:D
Experimental cooking pays off!
Of course, I aint telling you it.
;)
I have no words...
Today I got an email saying that they would not like to take my application further but want to encourage me to try again in 12months.
FUCKERS.
Does no one want me?!
:'(
Monday, 6 September 2010
There's a time in your life when....
... Your body starts aching when all you've done is take a trip into town on your day off, you wanna turn in at 9.30pm but you don't want to because it's too early, you start making weird noises when you stretch in particularly difficult places, you start taking an interest in food, you start getting jaw-ache you're yawning so hard and for so long and you don't see the appeal in going out to play anymore.
This is it.
And I'm only 21.
Shit, I'm 22 in 75 days.
Bummer.
This is it.
And I'm only 21.
Shit, I'm 22 in 75 days.
Bummer.
Magentaaaaa...
First impressions of the store when I handed my CV in weren't good. The clothes are chavvy, the staff weren't very polite and the choice of music in the establishment is not particularly to my taste.
Otherwise, I hope I get the job. It's a Monday-Friday, 9am-6pm... Minimum wage, then again who isn't nowadays... And it's fashion, which I'd like to think that I have a mild knowledge of and respect for.
Fingers crossed though that their designers have shifted dramatically from the likes of this particularly saucy number.
:/
Saturday, 4 September 2010
Forget the Sony NEX-5...
If someone loves me, anyone loves me...
Buy me this particularly SEXY OLYMPUS TOUGH 6020 digital camera.
Love..
xXx
Let's face the facts...
O.K. I've been so hell-bent on finding a decent full-time job in the last few weeks that I've completely failed to realise what it is that I actually want to do with my life. You've seen it... I've become marginally obsessed with hearing a reply from this Copywriting job in Dewsbury and am fretting over the stress of a potential move to Scarborough for a job that essentially, I don't think is worth it...
So, I've decided to do what I wanted to do all along.
I've just sent off an online application for a freelancing job on Suite101.com, tonight I'm going to get some writing done for a writing competition and I'm going to make myself interesting in some of the literary magazines that publishing idolise and quite frankly, pull my socks up.
O.K.
P.S. I can a phonecall about half an hour ago about a job interview at Magenta Clothing... The music in the store's a bit chavvy, the staff members seem a bit foreign and the clothes really aren't to my taste... Ah well. At least it's bloody local.
:)
So, I've decided to do what I wanted to do all along.
I've just sent off an online application for a freelancing job on Suite101.com, tonight I'm going to get some writing done for a writing competition and I'm going to make myself interesting in some of the literary magazines that publishing idolise and quite frankly, pull my socks up.
O.K.
P.S. I can a phonecall about half an hour ago about a job interview at Magenta Clothing... The music in the store's a bit chavvy, the staff members seem a bit foreign and the clothes really aren't to my taste... Ah well. At least it's bloody local.
:)
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