The Ghost part 8
Just why
Why just ice.
Ice just ice.
There isn't any just ice.
When I'd returned from Melbourne in 2000 my first decision was to take any temping job: I registered at Spring Personal and after the preliminary test to ascertain my typing rate I was called and offered a job at Limewood House temping in metering as a data entry clerk. I had worked for YE before my travels and I assumed I'd just pick up where I'd left off. However, after I'd turned up to the job, been told what to do and spent half a day processing sheets of data into a dumb terminal I realized I could never ever return to the me of 8 months ago. There was no way after the freedom I'd enjoyed in Australia I could return to a moody, dark, oppressive clerk position I'd had for 2 years prior. I literally could not take the boring repetitive process and had to speak to my HR rep at Spring at lunch time telling her this was not for me. Even now 11 years later I can't take being boxed in an office more than a day. How many temp jobs did I take between January 2000 and April 2007 and how long was I claiming the dole during that time. I had a record of 3 months in most of the temping roles the various Recruitment companies. And those 3 months was infernal. When I finally settle down again in work it was in a customer services environment. I worked from a call centre, to technical services for a brewery and finally technical services for an IT giant. This was a period of regular employment with training sandwiched between TwoTen Coms, Coors and Fujitsu. When I finally walked out of Fujitsu in Wonderful Wakefield never to ever want to put on a plantronics headset on again. I call these 4 years my call centre wilderness years. From when I quit Fujitsu in January 2006 until joining the YHA in April 2007 I worked in a string of poorly paid and soulless jobs Zurich risk services for a month, the DWP for the summer 2006: where I was an admin assistant the most menial clerk in the belly of inefficiency that is Lawnswood with it's second world war structures and buried soulless employees. I had to leave very very suddenly incase I was trapped in this none place. Over the christmas period I worked for Virgin Megastore where I realized that the music industry was an equally soulless and desperate place. In the end I paid my Bankruptcy and left the flat at 97 and left Yorkshire for East Sussex and a whole new me.
I miss the YHA.
Why just ice.
Ice just ice.
There isn't any just ice.
When I'd returned from Melbourne in 2000 my first decision was to take any temping job: I registered at Spring Personal and after the preliminary test to ascertain my typing rate I was called and offered a job at Limewood House temping in metering as a data entry clerk. I had worked for YE before my travels and I assumed I'd just pick up where I'd left off. However, after I'd turned up to the job, been told what to do and spent half a day processing sheets of data into a dumb terminal I realized I could never ever return to the me of 8 months ago. There was no way after the freedom I'd enjoyed in Australia I could return to a moody, dark, oppressive clerk position I'd had for 2 years prior. I literally could not take the boring repetitive process and had to speak to my HR rep at Spring at lunch time telling her this was not for me. Even now 11 years later I can't take being boxed in an office more than a day. How many temp jobs did I take between January 2000 and April 2007 and how long was I claiming the dole during that time. I had a record of 3 months in most of the temping roles the various Recruitment companies. And those 3 months was infernal. When I finally settle down again in work it was in a customer services environment. I worked from a call centre, to technical services for a brewery and finally technical services for an IT giant. This was a period of regular employment with training sandwiched between TwoTen Coms, Coors and Fujitsu. When I finally walked out of Fujitsu in Wonderful Wakefield never to ever want to put on a plantronics headset on again. I call these 4 years my call centre wilderness years. From when I quit Fujitsu in January 2006 until joining the YHA in April 2007 I worked in a string of poorly paid and soulless jobs Zurich risk services for a month, the DWP for the summer 2006: where I was an admin assistant the most menial clerk in the belly of inefficiency that is Lawnswood with it's second world war structures and buried soulless employees. I had to leave very very suddenly incase I was trapped in this none place. Over the christmas period I worked for Virgin Megastore where I realized that the music industry was an equally soulless and desperate place. In the end I paid my Bankruptcy and left the flat at 97 and left Yorkshire for East Sussex and a whole new me.
I miss the YHA.
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