Just Another Day at the...
It's Day Two of DJ&T's Jamaica, Mon Adventure. It's Day Two of Hell At The Office for Me. It's a cold, quiet type of hell where the phone rings every five minutes.
I now fully comprehend why T doesn't like to take her phone calls. I now fully understand why she once quipped, "If it weren't for clients or candidates, this job would be great."
Here's the deal: with T on vacation I've been handling her phone calls. She has some strange clients and even stranger candidates. One girl left a message to see if I could help her. She was recently let go (before the Christmas break, according to her CV) by a company she's worked for in the last 6 years. She was referred to us by a friend and given T's name. Her husband called in the afternoon to extoll her experience.
I would have called her. She didn't have to call in the troops.
That was just one, and it wasn't even the worst. A client called regarding $. That one was interesting. Remind me to tell you about it the next time I see you because it's not for here.
I now fully comprehend why T doesn't like to take her phone calls. I now fully understand why she once quipped, "If it weren't for clients or candidates, this job would be great."
Here's the deal: with T on vacation I've been handling her phone calls. She has some strange clients and even stranger candidates. One girl left a message to see if I could help her. She was recently let go (before the Christmas break, according to her CV) by a company she's worked for in the last 6 years. She was referred to us by a friend and given T's name. Her husband called in the afternoon to extoll her experience.
I would have called her. She didn't have to call in the troops.
That was just one, and it wasn't even the worst. A client called regarding $. That one was interesting. Remind me to tell you about it the next time I see you because it's not for here.
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