The Agency Workers (12).
The agency sent Renata and I to the conference centre last night, to help out at a wedding reception. “The …
The agency sent Renata and I to the conference centre last night, to help out at a wedding reception. “The …
I had not spoken with my old friend Charlotte for over two years, and, with a mild surprise at how …
“You’ve heard the phrase the customer is always right… Well, guess what, they’re not.” John Turchiano, spokesman for the New …
When Renata began temping at one of the larger city hotels, she was warned that the chief executive was an …
[Halloween is, of course, tomorrow, but the parties are tonight. Ed.] Renata had been accorded the most difficult resident, Josef, …
It was a slow morning at the hospital canteen and Noah and I had disappeared into the office for a …
There is little work in the city at this time of year and all that the agency has to offer …
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 …
Denizens of digital modernity may erroneously assume that their culture is now endlessly, aimlessly recording itself. The historians of the …
On Friday morning, I joined James in the Peartree for an editorial meeting, and after a lot of hard work, …