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Friday, 19 August 2016

In which One is doomed to wipe arse forever ...

That's me, that is, Dear Reader...

For a few brief, but wondrous days, it really looked like One could hang up One's wet-wipes for good.  No more shite!

'How so?' I hear you chorus...

Well, as you will be aware, should you be following One's doings with great interest, One was invited by the assistant Manager of the Albemarle Centre in Taunton (a life skills organisation for the person of needs special) to nip in for a bit of a go at life-skilling and ingratiating Oneself with the persons therein, and an interview. 

All went swimmingly and One was led to believe that One was, indeed, the one that they want oo oo oo honey!

Following an interview with the actual manager One left with a spring in One's step and the promise of an application form to be forwarded, and returned by One, that very day and a formal interview on Friday.

The deputy manager phoned One and told One to attend at one of the clock for a half hour formal chat and a half hour on the floor with the service users.

'All I'll say,' says she, 'is just do exactly what you did the other day.'

One, realistically One thinks, assumed this to he the heads up, so you can imagine what a shock it was when One received a phonecall telling One that the position had been filled internally and to not attend the interview. 

The phonecall wasn't even from the manager or the deputy but the girl on reception and was made to One not two hours before One should have been there.

One is crestfallen and pissed right off at the mo...

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