From Monday at 9:00am, I'm going to be working for a company that sells and distributes disposable incontinence pants. How fucking weird is that? I didn't even realise that's what the place does... I just saw this vacancy in my Jobcentre, office administration, entering customer details onto a database, filing, photocopying, answering phones, yadda yadda yadda... so I sent off an application form and CV.
So I go to the interview a week later, and the woman's absolutely loving me, impressed with my exam results, kills for my previous work experience, even reveals that she used to be an old-school metalhead herself and expresses jealousy that I've been to see Iron Maiden... I'm thinking, 'yeah, got this in the bag'. Then she asks if there's anything I want to know, and I'm like 'well, just what sort of work would I be doing?' - and she goes off on this almost defensive rant about the great work they do giving incontinent people's lives back to them! I must have got the job just through my ability to keep a straight face...
The best thing ever though, is the fact that the customer service department handles home deliveries! That's right, when bed-wetters run out of rubber pants, they phone up the CS department and order a new six-month supply over the phone! I can't wait to start answering those phone-calls...
So I go to the interview a week later, and the woman's absolutely loving me, impressed with my exam results, kills for my previous work experience, even reveals that she used to be an old-school metalhead herself and expresses jealousy that I've been to see Iron Maiden... I'm thinking, 'yeah, got this in the bag'. Then she asks if there's anything I want to know, and I'm like 'well, just what sort of work would I be doing?' - and she goes off on this almost defensive rant about the great work they do giving incontinent people's lives back to them! I must have got the job just through my ability to keep a straight face...
The best thing ever though, is the fact that the customer service department handles home deliveries! That's right, when bed-wetters run out of rubber pants, they phone up the CS department and order a new six-month supply over the phone! I can't wait to start answering those phone-calls...