I am so damn sick and tired of dealing with employment agents. If I had my way they would all instantly spontaneously combust on my command. They are friendlier than a hooker on a Friday night on a busy street corner if they think they can get a buck out of you. All the promises and long stories. “Me I love you loooonnng time”. Then a couple of days later when they don’t write and don’t call you realise you have been left standing with your dick in your hand!
The latest “Hoox with his dick in his hand” story is pretty classic. I had a long, very promising call from the agent telling me I’m perfect for the position (in Indonesia) and he has such a fantastic relationship and great communication with the client. After nearly a week of no replies to emails etc I end up calling him and he says, “Oh yeah, ummmmm, they told me last week that they are actually looking for a local Indonesian hire”. That’s a MASSIVE difference and something that he could have, in fact SHOULD have, checked up on with the client before wasting my time and his.
Wankers!!! And to quote an old fellow blogger, GO DIE IN A FIRE!
It’s not all sour news though. My good mate Willie G successfully got a contract on the very same project by sheer coincidence. Well done WG! At least you can keep your pecker up and not in your hand! Bon voyage and happy mobbing!
