PROSPECTUS.CO.UK BLACKLISTED AGENCY

>written by elkie holland: www.prospectus.co.uk (agency) >I doubt there is an agency who would touch him !!! THAT IS NOT UP TO YOU >We won't be ! What's 20% of £85,500? You bastards made that much out of me the last time I worked for you. >Thanks though for the helpful suggestion of taking this squabble somewhere else. It's ended up in my inbox - how I don't know. 'your inbox?' you self important >Please rest assured that his "foul mouth" is still in operation although his vocabulary seems a little limited in colour ! ;) >Do you think he has time to do any work ? I feel sorry for the employer who is currently paying him for "working !" This one makes me fume in fact I'm speechless. You have no idea. >Kind regards Elkie Holland IT Recruiter (serving the MV Community since 1986 !) (correction from a previous post of 1996!). Well I've been in it since 1987. Serving it in a greater regard (programming). Not just sitting there with a phone. ------------------------------------------------------------------ "Here is a place of disaffection Time before and time after In a dim light: neither daylight Investing form with lucid stillness Turning shadow into transient beauty With slow rotation suggesting permanence Nor darkness to purify the soul Emptying the sensual with deprivation Cleansing affection from the temporal. Neither plenitude nor vacancy. Only a flicker Over the strained time-ridden faces Distracted from distraction by distraction Filled with fancies and empty of meaning Tumid apathy with no concentration Men and bits of paper, whirled by the cold wind That blows before and after time, Wind in and out of unwholesome lungs Time before and time after. Eructation of unhealthy souls Into the faded air, the torpid Driven on the wind that sweeps the gloomy hills of London, Hampstead and Clerkenwell, Campden and Putney, Highgate, Primrose and Ludgate. Not here Not here the darkness, in this twittering world. Descend lower, descend only Into the world of perpetual solitude, World not world, but that which is not world, Internal darkness, deprivation And destitution of all property, Desiccation of the world of sense, Evacuation of the world of fancy, Inoperancy of the world of spirit; This is the one way, and the other Is the same, not in movement But abstention from movement; while the world moves In appetency, on its metalled ways Of time past and time future." ts eliot (burnt norton)

We've got the message. Now give it a rest. Richard In article <1129845023.780668.272310@g14g2000cwa.googlegroups.com>, tronic 5572@yahoo.co.uk () on 20 Oct 2005 14:50:23 -0700 wrote: > *Subject:* PROSPECTUS.CO.UK BLACKLISTED AGENCY > *From:* tronic5572@yahoo.co.uk > *Date:* 20 Oct 2005 14:50:23 -0700 > > >written by elkie holland: www.prospectus.co.uk (agency) > > >I doubt there is an agency who would touch him !!! > > THAT IS NOT UP TO YOU > > >We won't be ! > > What's 20% of '85,500? You bastards made that much out of me the last > time I worked for you. > > >Thanks though for the helpful suggestion of taking this squabble > somewhere else. It's ended up in my inbox - how I don't know. > > 'your inbox?' you self important > > >Please rest assured that his "foul mouth" is still in operation > although his vocabulary seems a little limited in colour ! ;) > > >Do you think he has time to do any work ? I feel sorry for the > employer who is currently paying him for "working !" > > This one makes me fume in fact I'm speechless. You have no idea. > > >Kind regards > Elkie Holland > IT Recruiter > (serving the MV Community since 1986 !) > (correction from a previous post of 1996!). > > Well I've been in it since 1987. Serving it in a greater regard > (programming). Not just sitting there with a phone. > ------------------------------------------------------------------ > "Here is a place of disaffection > Time before and time after > In a dim light: neither daylight > Investing form with lucid stillness > Turning shadow into transient beauty > With slow rotation suggesting permanence > Nor darkness to purify the soul > Emptying the sensual with deprivation > Cleansing affection from the temporal. > Neither plenitude nor vacancy. Only a flicker > Over the strained time-ridden faces > Distracted from distraction by distraction > Filled with fancies and empty of meaning > Tumid apathy with no concentration > Men and bits of paper, whirled by the cold wind > That blows before and after time, > Wind in and out of unwholesome lungs > Time before and time after. > Eructation of unhealthy souls > Into the faded air, the torpid > Driven on the wind that sweeps the gloomy hills of London, > Hampstead and Clerkenwell, Campden and Putney, > Highgate, Primrose and Ludgate. Not here > Not here the darkness, in this twittering world. > > Descend lower, descend only > Into the world of perpetual solitude, > World not world, but that which is not world, > Internal darkness, deprivation > And destitution of all property, > Desiccation of the world of sense, > Evacuation of the world of fancy, > Inoperancy of the world of spirit; > This is the one way, and the other > Is the same, not in movement > But abstention from movement; while the world moves > In appetency, on its metalled ways > Of time past and time future." > > ts eliot (burnt norton) > >