The Paradox of a Revolutionary Cup of Coffee
My employment agency sometimes sends me to a pub in the south of Edinburgh which is called The Buns. It …
Tag Archives: Agency Workers
The Massacre of the Agency Workers.
Tycienski herded most of the stunned agency workers through the kitchen door and out into the night. The workers were …
Up On The House.
Back in the drawing room, the man who was known to them as Upensky was gripping the carpet with both …
Under The Stairs.
Tycienski threw himself like a tennis ball down flights of stairs. He was immensely cheerful now that he was free …
More Figures On The Lawn.
What Tycienski knew was this: Agata had been sacked from the agency eight months ago. On the phone, however, she …
The Coracles of Tubers.
A girl in an apron had appeared, looking as if she was about to stamp her foot and shoo them …
The Armchair.
The agency deployed its workers throughout a broad chain of hospices and care homes, rather like a militaristic empire sending …
The No-Go Rooms.
When the new girl arrived back at the house that evening, longing to put her feet up after traipsing for …
The Room Under The Eaves.
The house had settled down after lunch; little doors had opened in inconspicuous places and gulped down all of those …
The Red Carpet.
Macbeth had been abandoned just after the murder of Duncan, which had at least provided a fortuitous ending to the …
The Garden.
Janet brightened up after lunch and the service staff were alarmed to hear her suddenly wittering away about the garden. …
The Front Door.
Perpetually alert and infinitely calculating, Janet was sitting up in bed and waiting for the arrival of the new girl. …
Master of Disaster.
My agency has been lately sending me to work at the hospital canteen, where I am usually put on the …
Health and Safety Starts with Me.
When the alarm clock went off, I awoke with a grunt, automatically made my decision, disabled the alarm clock and …
