Some Nuts and Bolts of Edinburgh’s Economy.
When I was leaving for work this morning, Polly and Tori were both on their knees in a cleared space …
Tag Archives: Agency Workers
The Devil’s Coin.
I once worked in some kitchens where the very best chef was an Italian man named Sergio. I don’t know …
An Edinburgh Office Telephone Conversation.
“Good afternoon. Shortbread factory. Steve speaking.” A man’s voice. “Hello… er… is that the shortbread factory?” “Indeed it is. How …
The Barriers: A Fable of Globalisation.
Dawn brought a fretful little breeze and Erastus Balloo lumbering along in his sepia hatchback, a car so undistinguished that …
Brexit Disaster: The Reality On The Ground.
You will know that my agency often sends me to work in one of Edinburgh’s ampler supermarkets. You might also …
The Big Black Man.
The big black man stood in the entrance to the bank’s cafeteria. He was emblazoned on a tall, free-standing plastic …
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 …
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 …
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