The Agency Workers (8) – featuring Jack Potato.
The baked potato was returned stone cold. Our manager Scott had scolded Nigel the chef, the fuming Nigel had thrown …
The baked potato was returned stone cold. Our manager Scott had scolded Nigel the chef, the fuming Nigel had thrown …
A block of insurance offices with a fine view of Arthur’s Seat stacked up grandly outside like a wedding cake. …
They had sprouted like mushrooms, perched on their little stalks in the dusty corners beneath ceilings where once only a …
On Tuesday morning, the agency sent me to work in the hospital canteen, where they have a large three-tank dishwasher. …
Yesterday morning I was sent to work at the canteen in the Royal Infirmary. Arriving at the canteen, I was …
[The scenario presented in the following tale has no basis in scientific fact. Ed] The sky had filled with birds. The …
Last night I was drinking with my editor James and his friend Pablo, and the latter related a curious story …
I had a horrible dream in which I attended the opening of Edinburgh’s new tram system. Prince Charles turned up …
At midday I arrived home and lay down in the bath. I turned on one of the taps and listened …
Marcus De Lano was endlessly delighted with those lively Spanish kids whom the agency sent him every morning. Those handsome …
The agency once posted me to a factory at Sighthill which manufactures cat food. I had to supervise the journey …
I spent the evening drinking in the Earl of Marchmont with some workers from the agency. There are days when …
Yesterday afternoon the employment agency sent Noah and I to wait tables in an Italian restaurant on Nicholson Street. The head …
I went to work at the Pollock Halls restaurant this morning and ended up manning a coffee bar. After a couple of …