Friday 18 May 2007

Just plain rude

Is it me, or does anyone else find recruitment agencies the rudest people in the world?

Now I know this is a sweeping statement and not true of them all. One of my best friend's is one for goodness sake but a fair few give the whole sector a bad name.

I am looking for a new job at the moment. I am a Marketing Manager in the education sector and am looking to move into a similar role but for a high profile charity in London. I have followed the procedure correctly. Emailed my CV, met with the better agencies and apply for any jobs I like the look of.

Two agencies have been brilliant: Execucare and Prospect-us.

Two not so bad: Harris Hill and Flow Caritas.

The rest ... RUDE, RUDE, RUDE.

I either suffer from no response to my emails, rudeness on the telephone when I make a call and a severe sense of nonchalance from the agencies in general.

Now I don't know whether it is because they are unable to see past the fact that I haven't worked in exactly the same sector before, I have a bad CV or they just can't be bothered but I find their attitude offensive and rude. I mean they are recruiting for marketing roles, should they not take a crash course in CRM themselves.

I hate bad manners.

On a brighter note, its Friday and the sun is shining ... oh and I feel a hell of a lot better for my PMT induced rant.

Thanks for listening. x

Thursday 17 May 2007

The next best thing

I had a facial last night. And if you exclude the fact that I was told:

"You should really look after your skin better."

and

"You now have mature skin."

It was bliss. One and half hours of being pampered. Who could ask for more?

I have also come away feeling quite motivated.

My beautician, who has always been gorgeous anyway, has dropped two dress sizes and nearly ALL of her body fat on this new wonder fitness regime. She has paid £1700 to this guy down the gym. Money well spent if you ask me. After two weeks of personal training and a strict education on the impact of bad foods (which include anything with wheat or fat), she was ready to go it alone.

A few months later she has dropped TWO DRESS SIZES!!!

Albeit, she has to go to the gym for an hour and a half every day and her main meal of the day consists of two slices of gluten free bread, a small tin of baked beans and a protein shake but she is a SIZE 6!!!!

I want a slice of this success - who cares if its gluten free. I'm going to start a running regime. Up at 6 and a run before work. And a strict diet of no alcohol during the week, or red meat, no carbs at lunch and no crisps, chocolate or cakes. You watch I will be in size 6s in no time. Well, I would be happy with a size 10.

It only makes sense to start it next week of course. That means I will need to eat all the goodies in the house so there is no temptation ... this diet sounds like its going to be fun! x

Wednesday 16 May 2007

Not Cool? I beg to differ.

Yes. You've guessed it. I have once again been told I am not cool.

Why? I was round at my Mum's having some dinner when in walks my 18 year old, Urban Outfitters clad, Koko going brother.

Josh: "Jules, Jules. Have you seen Spaced?"

Me: "Erm" (Shifts eyes nervously look to look at Mum) "What's Spaced?"

Josh: "You know. Simon Pegg and Mike Heap."

Me: Shifts more nervously in chair. Looking at Mum for reassurance. "Erm ... who?"

Josh: "Hot Fuzz?"

Me: "Yes, yes. I definitely know that."

Mum: "No you don't. I can tell by your reaction."

Me: "Yes I do."

Mum: "What is it then?"

Me: "A band. Josh had them written on his school bag.

Josh: "Wrong answer. That was Fuzz. The name of the band I was once in. What about Shaun of the Dead, do you know that?"

Me: Almost hysterical with excitement. "Yes, yes. I have seen that. It's a zombie film."

Josh and Mum: (In stereo). "Jules, you are such a geek."

So its official. Even my brother thinks I am sad.

What's worse is that he thinks my green tea drinking, karate chopping, high waisted trouser wearing step father is cooler than me. I don't remember him being the one who has been to Reading festival!

That's the last time I get the f***er some work experience at the BBC!

Tuesday 15 May 2007

Pot Belly?

Pot belly! The cheek!

Yes, that is how my ever-so-slightly rounded little belly was referred to by one of my senior colleagues earlier.

True. I may have had a Magnum after last night's dinner (which was meant to be the start of my summer dieting regime) but there's no need to refer to me as an overweight animal.

Revenge is sweet. I might help myself to a bar of chocolate later.

What? I am going to keep fit tonight! x