Gardengirl Posted December 10, 2010 Share Posted December 10, 2010 We worked on a French campsite one summer, and some of the images from this saga are very close to things that happened there.Gilbert, the chef, produced great food, but his episodes of drinking got worse and worse. He'd had his own restaurant in the past, but drank himself out of it. His wife and child came to visit each weekend; they had stayed in their previous town to give the child some continuity of school, friends etc. But it wasn't enough; the campsite owners and their 2 children had to take over eventually; not such good food, but much more reliable!Looking forward to more tales from the campsite, Dave. [:)] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dave21478 Posted December 10, 2010 Author Share Posted December 10, 2010 Next morning I was in early to clean up the previous nights mess. Alldone and I was sitting on the terrace with a coke, when C strolledin. He wasn't hungover, but still actually drunk from the previousevening. He never said a word, just put on his whites and made tostart in the kitchen. No way, there was no way this chap was going towork here, and I told him so. His behaviour had been bad for a longtime and the night before was the final straw. He reckoned he couldn'tremember any of the events of the previous night. He sat down with acoffee and I called the solicitor I had used to draw up the contractsand told him I had fired C and what should I do regarding paperwork?“You can't fire him”And he was right. From a legal point of view, if I were to fire C there and then, Iwould then have to pay him his full salary to the end of the seasonand he would also be entitled to everything else he had been promisedfor the season, ie rent-free accommodation. Even though the previousnights behaviour was gross misconduct in my eyes, as a seasonalworker outside his trial period, he was pretty much untouchable. Icalled a friend of a friend who is also a solicitor and she confirmedthis. She would want to see the specifics of the contract to becertain, but generally speaking, things were as the first solicitorhad said.How very French.All the faffing on the phone had taken a lot of the morning and whenA arrived, we got stuck into prepping for the lunch service on ourown. C wandered off, and made a reappearance mid afternoon, lookinglike death due to a hefty hangover. He had gone to the hotel atlunchtime, where they had refused him more alcohol** and he had thenfound out the whole village was talking about the previous evening.We sat down for a long talk and the net result was him writing hisresignation on a sheet of paper right there. Part of me was worriedthat what I said to him could be seen as constructive dismissal, butanother part did not give a damn, with the remaining portion hopingthat C had the decency to accept the consequences for what he haddone. Fortunately, he did. I made it perfectly clear that I had nolegal right to fire him without costing myself a lot of money, butthat I would not stand to work with him. He got the message and wasclose to tears as he wrote out his letter. I did and still do feelsorry for him – when sober, he is a really nice guy...funny, smart,well read, a genuinely interesting chap – he has good talent anddoes his job well, but drink just made him too unpredictable. Hetalked half-heartedly about getting more help, but to be honest,whilst I would like to be able to help him and would like to see himstraightened out, my first ever season running a busy restaurant wasjut not the time nor the place to be doing so.** it was not until much later that I found out that after stompingout that night, he had gone to the hotel bar, where he tried to drinkthe pastis he had hoached from my place. After being refused entrywith it, he had flung the bottle and the carafe into the gutter, andgone inside. Due to his state, they refused to sell him more boozeand he seemingly kicked up a real scene, badmouthing me and therestaurant to anyone who would listen – which was everyone in theroom, obviously! He had to be man-handled out of the place, where hisdrinking buddy, their kitchen assistant, managed to clam him downoutside and get him to go home. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dave21478 Posted December 10, 2010 Author Share Posted December 10, 2010 It was not until after the season that I found out that C's previousemployer, who I had checked for the reference he had given, was agood pal of his, who knew about his drinking but as a drunk himself,thought his behaviour to be fine. With new Help Wanted ads in place, A and I got stuck into running thekitchen between us. A took over pizza duty and part of the grill workand I did the rest. We could manage – just – but found itexhausting and our lack of experience meant errors sometimes slippedthrough which would hold things up. We really wanted a third personin the kitchen who could be counted on, even if they only did thepizza side of things, this would help out massively. The problem waswe were part way though the season and any seasonal workers eitheralready had work, or were unemployed for good reason. Also against uswas the location. The village is isolated and not many people wouldwant to relocate here for the summer, even with accommodationprovided. In the meantime, I had taken on a girl called C, who was auniversity student originally from the area and on holiday for thesummer. She had come recommended as a good worker and a quicklearner. She had no experience in a kitchen, but worked very well asa barmaid serving aperitifs and making the deserts (we offer a widerange of fancy ice-cream puddings....peach melba, banana splitetc.....massive things with loads of ice cream flavours, skoosh creamand flavoured syrops all piled high in the cups) I found her to bevery attractive too, and seemingly she was flirting a lot with me.However, I am a complete doofus and never spot this kind of thinguntil it's too late! We spent a few evenings together, but nothingserious happened. She has offered to come back for next season and Ireally hope she does. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Loiseau Posted December 11, 2010 Share Posted December 11, 2010 [quote user="dave21478"]...In the meantime, I had taken on a girl called C, ...[/quote]Great saga, Dave.But what a concidence that the new girl should have the same name as the drunken chef. [Www]Angela Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WendyG Posted December 11, 2010 Share Posted December 11, 2010 Hi DaveHave just read the whole "saga" absolutely rivetting| You really should do a book out of it, far better than some I have read.I live in the Loire but would love to visit your restaurant - perhaps you could do a Living France Forum users day| At least you can never be bored| Awaiting the next episode.WendyG Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chancer Posted December 11, 2010 Share Posted December 11, 2010 [quote user="dave21478"] I found her to be very attractive too, and seemingly she was flirting a lot with me. However, I am a complete doofus and never spot this kind of thing until it's too late! We spent a few evenings together, but nothing serious happened. She has offered to come back for next season and I really hope she does.[/quote]When you write the book, and believe me you must! That should be in the final chapter , a bit like a cliff-hanger on a soap opera, it will make people hungry for the follow up book.I am hungry for the next episode. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dave21478 Posted December 12, 2010 Author Share Posted December 12, 2010 With a new wanted ad up, applications started to trickle in, rangingfrom the mediocre to the downright shocking. Seriously...if you weremaking first contact for a job offer, would you send an email writtenentirely phonetically? Text-speak amongst UK teenagers makes my headspin, but trying to decipher it in French was just too much.Amongst the chaff, there were a couple of grains of wheat. Sophie hadexperience running a pizza truck and was ok with relocation. Wetalked on the phone a few times and she seemed confident, so Iinvited her up for a meet. She arrived mid-morning so I showed heraround, showed her the house etc and she was smitten – as anathletic type into mountain biking etc, there was a lot for her to dohere, and she liked the house too. She agreed to do a couple of dayswork as a trial, so we set up for the lunch time serving.Meanwhile, I had also had contact from two other chaps, A and L. Iwas perfectly clear to them that someone else had pipped them to thepost, but was on trial, and if they were willing I would contact themin order of their applications should things not work out withSophie.The first orders came in and she got stuck in well enough, and oncethe pizzas were done, she started packing up.....”hang on a sec, weare only just starting.” She was quite shocked at the numbers wedid, having been used to working in much smaller quantities in herpizza truck. She reckoned she would pick it up quickly, but I hadsome doubts. She was a bit ditzy, and despite her reassurances,seemed a tad out of her depth. In the afternoon lull, she promisedshe could pick up the speed needed to get larger numbers done. Thatevening, we had close to 70 people in, which was becoming a standardfigure for the evenings, so those who ordered pizza coupled with thetakeaway pizzas too left her with 40-odd pizzas to do. She wasfloundering and the quality went right down, with her throwingminimal amounts of ingredients on each one until I started to helpher out.The following day was a repeat performance and I had seen enough. Forsmall quantities, she took her time and crafted exquisite pizzas, butonce the orders started stacking up, she could not handle thepressure, and more worryingly to me – would not admit as much. I amcertain that with practice she could become adept at what we needed,but I simply did not have the time for this – I needed someone whocould jump right in and be left to work autonomously at thequantities we were selling. I told her as much an whilst she wasupset, she took it with good grace.I contacted A, the other chap who had applied and spoke to him. Hehad recently sold on his own restaurant and was just looking to makea bit of money over the summer until he started a new enterpriselater in the year. He was perhaps over-qualified, but I reckoned hisexperience would be helpful. However, he had doubts himself. He hadlooked the village up online and found it to be quite far from wherehe lived. As a married man with a young family, he did not want tostay in the provided house, but would travel home each night, howeverthe distance was quite high. He came round one day for a talk and tosee the place, and straight away – and apologetically – said hecouldn't do it. Whilst the distance looked just about manageable onGoogle maps, the reality of the narrow, twisty, poor quality roadshere meant the commute was just more than he was willing to do. I wasdisappointed, but not much else I could do. He was a nice chap thoughand told me that if I found myself really in the sh*t, he could comeand help out for a day or two. This was reassuring, as we were soonto be entering the period of the summer balls and the big nights,village fetes etc. so his words were a small relief to me.Next on the list was L. An older chap who had done lots of seasonalwork. He was willing to relocate and would bring his wife with him tothe provided house. They tuned up very late for the meeting I had arranged. I showed himaround, showed him the house etc. All the while him and his wife weremuttering to each other out of my earshot. I was just about to startsetting up for his trial period when one of the supplier reps cameround. L said he would pop down to the tabac for a packet of cigs andwould be back when I was finished with the rep. The fucker never cameback – never even had the decency to say no thanks or give any kindof explanation – Him and his wife just disappeared, and theyrefused to answer the telephone for the rest of the day. What a twat!Fair enough if he did not want to work here, all he had to do was sayso, but to go through the motions and then just slink away without aword was pretty low behaviour! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dave21478 Posted December 12, 2010 Author Share Posted December 12, 2010 With June finished, A and myself took stock. The weather was verychangeable and this has a direct impact on our numbers. Good weathersaw averages for lunchtime up to 30 or 40, with evenings at 70 or 80people, however, a cold snap or a few days of rain would see thesenumbers slashed dramatically. As July heated up, so did the crepesales, and so did the hormone levels of the acne-riddled teenage boysfrom the campsite. The girl selling ice creams and crepes in theafternoons took to wearing just shorts and a bikini top on many days.She enjoyed the attention, the boys enjoyed the view and Ienjoyed the profits!I found out that empty champagne bottles make the ideal saladdressing dispensers.We have a load of different salads dishes on the menu and pretty muchevery other dish has a small amount of salad with it too, so loads ofsalad dressing was used over the course of the season. Not keen onbought ones, I made my own very simple dressing.....olive oil, cidervinegar and soy sauce. I had been mixing it up in old wine bottlesand dispensing it from these bottles as required with a thumb overthe end to limit the flow. Since these ingredients tend to separateout, it needs to be shaken up before each serving and as a result thebottles became very slippy. Being too vigorous with the shaking atbusy times when dressing half a dozen plate and a few salads at oncewould result in the bottle slipping out my hand and flying across thekitchen. After the second time I picked up the broken pieces andmopped up the mess, I hit gold.....the next empty bottle I grabbedhad contained champagne and the wee lip around the neck where thewire cage holds the cork in place meant it would not slip out of myhand in use......perfect. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chancer Posted December 12, 2010 Share Posted December 12, 2010 The girl from the Pizza truck sounds about par for the course for all the baraques à frites/pizzas/kebabs we have around here, fast food they aint, luckily for the poor blighters who run the proper establishments opposite their encampments with all the loyer and charges that that entails.I once waited for more than 45 minutes for a kebab before giving up and going to see Mehmet at the Bosphor Grill (which is the classiest restaurant that this trou de cul de monde ville can offer) who at least has some understanding of the concept of fast food.It seems to be the unbreakeable law that the ratio of staff to customers is in inverse exponential proportion to the time you have to wait watching them dick around acheiving not very much at all. The best example is the restauration organised by volunteers at any of the local fétes or rédéries, one prson asks you what you want, tells the person next to you who writes out a ticket, gives it to the person next to her that takes the money except she has to ask P2 what the price should be, who in turn has to ask P1, they all start debating the subject etc etc.............Then on to the similarly overmanned and catastrophically organised counter where they cook and serve the food for a similar but even longer experience, I am sure you get the picture, once during my long wait in the queue with a hundred hungry and patient French people I tried to count how many people were actually involved in serving only about 4 vaiations, merguez, saucisse, steak haché with frites and:or en americain, a lot less variety than the average take away, it was impossible because they were in a constant flux but there were at least 15 at any one time who took at least 5 times longer to do what Mehmet achieves on his own, and he by comparison with his counterparts in the UK is refreshingly laid back and unstressed.And a lot poorer to boot!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dave21478 Posted December 12, 2010 Author Share Posted December 12, 2010 In the fete staffing, you forgot to mention the obligatory mardy teenager who can't add up 3 servings at €2.50 without a calculator.I know the pace of life here is slower than UK generally, but even Mcdonalds is painfully slow here in France. I find the chicken burger is the least toxic of their offerings, so on the rare occasions I find myself there, its what I order and I have never had to wait less than 4 or 5 minutes for it.When I worked in UK, the workshop was on an industrial estate with he usual smattering of greasy burger vans and one enterprising chinese girl doing chinese takeaway from a van. This girl was in there alone, working at least 3 or 4 different woks at once,a rice cooker, noodles etc, taking the orders, dealing with the money, plus fetching tins of juice etc from the fridge all at the same time for huge crowds that formed long but fast moving queues every lunch time. Her organisation and coordination skills were fantastic. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chancer Posted December 12, 2010 Share Posted December 12, 2010 Macdonalds, yes thats another culture shock, I did a case study on their business model when I was studying for an MBA.Apart from minor regional menu differences they all work to the same model including the franchises, you can eat a MacDo anywhere in the world, close your eyes and open them again and you would not be able to tell what country you were in, except France that is. I foolishly offered to go with a pal to Bricodepot at 7am on promo day to help him empty the racks of the trendy oak veneered doors that were on arrivage, I am not normally an early riser and that is putting it mildly.He promised to stand me breakfast as there was a brand new Macdo drive thru just completed beside Brico depot Arras on a main commuter axe serving the centre of Arras and the autoroute to Lille and Belgium.Do you know how long we had to wait before they opened for breakfast?5 hours! They start at 11 am!!!!We decided to return to knowing that the only place open to eat in the local town would be Macdonalds, I knew that even they didnt do anything resembling a normal MacDo breakfast, youy have to go to Amiens for that although they would do a crepe with egg in it (given 24 hours notice!). Tthis Macdonalds is the only one in the area, as I said the only place open to eat before lunchtime in an area that has 250000 UK visitors per year alone, we discovered that they too dont open till 11am!We had a good old moan about the French work ethic, he is French by the way, he works as a salesman for new houses when he isnt building his own, near the B-D we had visited there is a small lottissement of new houses that remain exactly as they were 5 years ago, in fact they are all show houses for local building companies but they dont have anyone working there, you have to make an appointment to have a viewing.Jean Marc being an enterprising type who also happened to be working a flanker on long term sickness benefit at the time, (bad back couldnt commute etc, although quite capable of building 2 houses) approached all of the builders trying to sell them the (to them) revolutionary idea of having a permanence at their show homes over the weekends when families are most likely to buy (he has done loads of expositions in the past and made lost of sales that way).He offered to work for nothing, just to touch a "correct" commision on sales, not one of the companies were interested, they didnt believe it would work and frankly didnt want the bother, all these show houses still stand empty and neglected like after a nuclear holocaust, I have never once seen customers being showed around, they are right on the edge of Arras and I often muse that they would make a great squat for a large group of like minded people. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dave21478 Posted December 15, 2010 Author Share Posted December 15, 2010 Updates are slow at the moment as I am currently spending my evenings on the dining room floor with a big pile of cogs and bearings that used to be a Fourtrak gearbox.Typically, it ran perfectly all summer and as soon as the weather looks like it may justify four wheel drive, this thing decides that reverse is no longer necessary. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
steve Posted December 16, 2010 Share Posted December 16, 2010 Good luck with that - we went through 2 gearboxes and 3 transfer boxes on one fourtrack - We swapped it for a trooper in the end!Steve Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dave21478 Posted December 19, 2010 Author Share Posted December 19, 2010 Well, the gearbox is back together and refitted but I can't test drive it yet as the cast exhaust manifold has a crack in it. I know of another fourtrak in a breakers, but its 2 hours drive away - next time I am in the area I will check it out.....if it is no use, I will try to weld this one.Anyway.....I gave up trying to find a replacement chef – searching for onepartway through the season left me sifting through the dregs, withall the decent seasonal workers already in employment.A and myself restructured the kitchen work and after trying out a fewdifferent combinations over a couple of nights, we settled on A doingthe pizzas and part of the grill work, with me doing the rest of thegrill orders, salads, plate prep and the chip fryers. We got intothe swing of thing and managed to cope between us.Numbers climbed steadily through July and we were now well overdouble our expected numbers pretty much every night.The campers coming to the area for a couple of weeks provided asteady stream of new customers, but to my delight, the locals alsocame regularly – Word had spread throughout the area that the foodwas good, the portions were large and the prices were correct.Considering I had no experience of this sort of work before, I wasvery proud indeed when the compliments came back to the kitchen.Takeaway pizza was very popular in the evenings, and lunchtimes saw alot of demand for portions of chips to take away too. I startedstocking croque kebabs and croque monsieurs....nasty frozen things,but there was a massive demand for them at lunchtimes for people toeat on the go.I had taken on an extra waitress to help the existing ones, andthings were ticking along just nicely.My only real bugbear this period was due to the alcohol licence wehad. Whilst we could serve beers, wines, and spirits, they were ONLYfor those who were eating a full meal in house. Once the heat of Julycame into full force, there was a constant stream of people turningup asking for a beer, or other alcoholic drink to quaff on theterrace in the shade......We just had no right to sell them what theywanted and they had to leave disappointed. We even had to refuse tosell them a couple of the fancy ice cream puddings from the menu asthey contained either vodka or jet27 (mint flavoured booze). I hadasked the Marie at the start of the season about upgrading thelicence, to be told that the cost was huge and may not be grantedanyway due to many and various reasons. Given the amount of customthat was turned away this summer, I think this will need seriousthought for next year. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dave21478 Posted December 19, 2010 Author Share Posted December 19, 2010 And yes, the ice cream puddings are very big and very popular![IMG]http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc297/dave21478/short/P6190116.jpg[/IMG] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
crossy67 Posted December 19, 2010 Share Posted December 19, 2010 Looks like he's been served some alcohol somewhere lol. I aim to have that very same expression by 10pm.Good read Dave, thanks. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bubbles Posted December 19, 2010 Share Posted December 19, 2010 moi aussi!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
just john Posted December 20, 2010 Share Posted December 20, 2010 Looks more like he's been on the pot to me! . . .[:P] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chancer Posted January 6, 2011 Share Posted January 6, 2011 I see you are posting again Dave so assume you have had whatever Xmas/New year break you so deserve.Bonne Année et bonne réussite pour 2011 [:D]How about another instalment? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dave21478 Posted January 12, 2011 Author Share Posted January 12, 2011 My apologies, but I am currently moving house and my new humble abode requires a hellish amount of work to become livable and I aim to do as much as I can before the end of February when I have to leave the old place, so time for writing has been put on hold for now. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chancer Posted January 12, 2011 Share Posted January 12, 2011 I hope it all goes well, any time you post is always appreciated [:D]Its good to wait and savour the anticipation! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dave21478 Posted April 3, 2011 Author Share Posted April 3, 2011 The house move is now complete and although there is rennovation work still to be done (and a toilet that flushes with hot water to consider!) I now find myself with some free time again.Not a huge amount more to say about it all really - the rest of theseason slipped past pretty quickly with a surprisingly low number ofincidents to report. One of the waitresses went off on long-term sickand we never saw her again, but I managed to press-gang a replacementinto service to take up the gap.She was a girl in her early twenties and while her work had beenfine, her attitude wasnt fantastic. She had always dropped hintsabout her having serious trouble with her ladies-area plumbingrequiring frequent doctors visits, so a few days off was not amassive surprise. However with no word after a week, I was concerned.Her brother ( a kid of about 15) was strangely reluctant to talk. Hewas often passing and just told me to take it up with her, but wouldneither confirm nor deny her being ill.I set aside the wages she was owed and that was that.It was February when I next heard from her. Well, not from herexactly, but from an employment tribunal acting on her behalf!I had done everything by the book though – had her owed wages setaside and had tried contacting her by phone – no response, and bysigned-for letters, which I kept copies of along with theconfirmation slips saying she had received them. The chap I spoke towas very sympathetic and I think fully realised that rather than myfault, he was dealing with a silly wee girlie who was trying it on.The case was for withholding her wages, and the evidence I forwardedto the chap knocked it on the head straight away. He arranged for herto come and visit me, making her do the travelling. She collected hercheque, mumbled some rubbish about trying to contact me and notgetting a reply, then with a sulky shrug of her shoulders she left.She wont be coming back next season.A and myself worked our tits off in the kitchen, but were able tocope, but only just and at the expense of complete exhaustion. Ableto cope if we had to, we were more relaxed about the next season –If things went wrong with the chef, we knew we could manage Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dave21478 Posted April 3, 2011 Author Share Posted April 3, 2011 At the end of August, the holidays finished and the campsite emptiedat an astonishing rate. The tourists left and the locals went back totheir jobs. Within a matter of days we went from flat-out to sittingon the terrace sipping the odd G&T and wandering what to do withourselves.We closed at the end of the first week of September, but the workcontinued. First off was a series of gruelling sessions for A withthe accountant as they struggled to get some sense out of thenumbers.Meanwhile I hit the kitchens for a deep clean.We had kept the place well maintained, but a steady buildup over theseason had left it in need of a good few days solid work to get itback into shape. So, with the equipment stripped out, I moved in witha bidon of degreaser and a pressure washer. Fortunately, the place isbuilt in a manner that allows this – tiled floors sloping tocentral drains, everything else tiled or stainless steel, I was ableto blast half the kitchen clean in a few hours. The rest took moretime the old fashioned way – bucket of soapy water, a scourerand a cloth.I sorted the remaining stock, looking for what would keep till thefollowing season and what would pass its sell-by date before – thelatter was divvied up amongst the staff.Kitchen cleaned, tables stacked, stock stored, terrace scrubbed, weclosed the doors and walked away – tired but happy with a seasonwell done.The result from the accountant took a long time to come through.After all the sums, the verdict was a modest profit. We had investeda lot at the beginning of the season, so were not expecting a lot,but the result was very satisfying.Now, all we had to do was get ready to do it all over again..... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chancer Posted April 3, 2011 Share Posted April 3, 2011 Good on you both [:D]Glad to read the final chapter of the first season and looking forward to this years reports. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dave21478 Posted April 11, 2011 Author Share Posted April 11, 2011 Season two, Step one – find a chef to do the pizzas.So, an ad was duly placed online and at the job centre. The jobcentre turned up loads of applications from allsorts, but none fromanything resembling a pizza chef. The online ad got a few replies andI spoke to an italian chap ( a real italian, not like the arabitalian from last season!)on the phone. In his 40`s and veryexperienced, but very biased towards italian food. I met him in atown half-way between us and he seemed fine, so we made arrangementsfor him to come to the resto at a later date to see the place.The day arrived, and he was due at 2pm. 2.30 and no sign, I calledhis mobile, for it to be answered by his girlfriend/wife. “he is onhis way” I was assured, but had forgotten to take his phone withhim.3:00 passed and I called again. She told me he was on his way, buthad no idea when he would get there. His car had not started thatmorning so he had taken the bus to a nearby city, intending to getthe bus to my village. There is no proper bus service to thisvillage. I asked at the tourist office and after some peering attimetables and eventually a phone call to the bus company, it wasrevealed that the only bus that day arrived at 6pm. There was noreturn service. I went home.I later received an email that evening from him telling me that afterrealising the bus was a no-go, he had tried to hitch-hike, but onlygot a few miles up the road before giving up and heading back home.This asshole is supposed to be a competant adult, yet couldnt gethimself 50 miles? More to the point, couldnt have found a phone boxor used the phone in the bus station bar to let me know what washappening? Impressed, I was not.While I had a few other interviews to do the next week, I received anemail from him asking if I was still interested as he really neededto find a placement for the summer. Well, it was worth a shot so Iset an appointment, making it clear it was his one and only chance toimpress me.. He never showed up, and never called either. **sigh** Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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