Our Chief Weapon Is...
Quote of the moment:
"Are you gonna pull those pistols or whistle Dixie?" - Josey Wales (Clint Eastwood) to four Union soldiers.
That would be the film in which, instead of smoking cigars, he chews spit tobacco and every time he spits at someone's feet, they get angry and then get shot. It's kind of inevitable and thus couldn't be stretched to a trilogy, unlike the cigars.
Today I went into Chelmsford to visit my agency. Sadly I don't qualify for the three weeks paid holiday during the refit, so I'm being reassigned. Since I managed to turn up on time to The Waterfront for a month, they sent me for an interview at a firm looking for reliable temps. It was a pretty cool job, assembling cooler covers for British Aerospace equipment, involving mostly nut'n'bolting or screwing pieces together. The distinctive green colour gave away the contractee's identity rather easily, but unlike most of their part I suspect it was for a portable satellite phone battery or something more aggressive of that ilk, because of the strapping that would be attatched last. Whatever, it would be more interesting what with some bits of soldering to be done and the technical drawings to be read.
They didn't show any obvious unhappiness with me, while I managed to mention my future engineering studies and my spankingly good DT A*, so if they can't find anyone to work for longer then I might be taken on for the 6 weeks until I leave, which mean I was sorted. It seemed quite a relaxed place, with most of the assemblers (at benches resembling a quality DT lab with seats) about my age. They also had music playing, which helps pass the time nicely. The downside would be having to be there at 8am, like Jimmy was doing. Alas, poor late nights - I knew them well.
Between going to Bell and getting phoned with the interview time ("as soon as you can drive there") I went shopping. You may have thought I couldn't need anything more, so you'd be spared any more dull pictures of my acquisitions.
Un-pwetty deck-shoes for canoeing & a patriotic non-hacky sack
Nobody expects mySpanish Acquisitions!
"Are you gonna pull those pistols or whistle Dixie?" - Josey Wales (Clint Eastwood) to four Union soldiers.
That would be the film in which, instead of smoking cigars, he chews spit tobacco and every time he spits at someone's feet, they get angry and then get shot. It's kind of inevitable and thus couldn't be stretched to a trilogy, unlike the cigars.
Today I went into Chelmsford to visit my agency. Sadly I don't qualify for the three weeks paid holiday during the refit, so I'm being reassigned. Since I managed to turn up on time to The Waterfront for a month, they sent me for an interview at a firm looking for reliable temps. It was a pretty cool job, assembling cooler covers for British Aerospace equipment, involving mostly nut'n'bolting or screwing pieces together. The distinctive green colour gave away the contractee's identity rather easily, but unlike most of their part I suspect it was for a portable satellite phone battery or something more aggressive of that ilk, because of the strapping that would be attatched last. Whatever, it would be more interesting what with some bits of soldering to be done and the technical drawings to be read.
They didn't show any obvious unhappiness with me, while I managed to mention my future engineering studies and my spankingly good DT A*, so if they can't find anyone to work for longer then I might be taken on for the 6 weeks until I leave, which mean I was sorted. It seemed quite a relaxed place, with most of the assemblers (at benches resembling a quality DT lab with seats) about my age. They also had music playing, which helps pass the time nicely. The downside would be having to be there at 8am, like Jimmy was doing. Alas, poor late nights - I knew them well.
Between going to Bell and getting phoned with the interview time ("as soon as you can drive there") I went shopping. You may have thought I couldn't need anything more, so you'd be spared any more dull pictures of my acquisitions.
Un-pwetty deck-shoes for canoeing & a patriotic non-hacky sack
Nobody expects my
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