Got a 2 in 1 blog again and I'm going to write about it in chronological order.
So the first part begins with a metaphor, or maybe it's something I was seriously thinking to hard about and I've got a silly conclusion to it.
Saturday I went to a gig at a bar, at 2am after it all finished I'm stood outside waiting for my taxi, I got a little bored so I decided to listen to my Ipod.
Now this Ipod has quite alot of sentimental value to me, I had a long distance relationship with my ex but we were already much in love and "in a relationship" before we met in person, on the day we did meet he bought me an Ipod and put about 800+ songs on there which was very nice of him.
I listened to it all the time and I still do now, but when he dumped me I felt like selling it as it was a little heartbreaking to keep seeing it all the time but in the end I recovered and decided to keep it.
Anyway, I pulled the Ipod out of my pocket and it flew out of my hand and landed straight onto the floor, I thought nothing of it at first as I've dropped the Ipod loads of times before and had nothing but a few scuffs.
It landed screen facing down and when I picked it up the screen was all cracked. The Ipod still functions and the screen works since it was only the outer casing that had cracked, but I think I've thought about it too in depth (like studying a poem at school) and somehow come to the conclusion that the cracks are a metaphor for the heartbreak I felt.......
Yeah I sound retarded I know, so onto the next thing.
So went for my trial day for the telesales job today for a home improvement company, there were 3 of us and we had an hours worth of training before being let loose with a phonebook and phones.
Our job was just to take a survey, we were not to sell anything but just take answers for 6 questions.
I did bad
due to luck, I felt that I was polite and didn't do anything wrong myself but basicly the people I ended up phoning either wernt a homeowner, shouted at me, asked me how I got their number (The instruction was to tell them sequental dialing) or would not even take a survey.
Basicly I just had to take a survey and if anybody was "considering" having work done to their house within the next year then I pass their details onto somebody who will all them to try and get a sale. The details we pass on are called "bites"
The other 2 people got 4 "bites" between them and I got 0. I found it no surprise to have a phonecall today saying that I didn't get the job.
But there were some funny moments, one of the questions we had to ask was "Would you get a porch on the front, a conservatory or a driveway?"
Most people told me no, but the one guy I phoned felt the need to go into in depth detail as to why he couldn't have those things on his house and I'm just sat there bored out of my mind waiting to ask the next question.
A strange one was I heard the phone pick up, I heard some screaming kids and then the person on the other end hung up without saying a thing.
I had the misfourtune of dealing with some Indian who could barely understand me, When he finally understood that I asked "Would you have any windows replaced on your house?" he said in a loud and funny accent "I already got windows on my house why are you calling" so I got pissed off and hung up.
The best one by far was an excuse one woman gave to me, she said "It's not a good time right now as I'm at a friends house" and I'm sat there thinking to myself, did you take the landline with you or something?
So yet again for the milionth time I've failed to get a job, giving up for good now, but the advantage is, when my boyfriend returns I am guranteed to be able to still continue to spend our entire weekends together.
Weirdly as much as this sounds, my boyfriend means so much more to me than money, since I have no "bills" to pay right now. So he is the priority. But if I landed a job I would keep my fingers crossed that I wouldn't be working entire weekends.
