Re: PROSPECTUS.CO.UK BLACKLISTED AGENCY

Tronic, I hate to be the one to break this to you, but we just don't give a fuck. tronic5572@yahoo.co.uk said: > >>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 =A385,500? 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."=20 > > ts eliot (burnt norton) > -- Bye now, Obnoxio "C'est pas parce qu'on n'a rien ` dire qu'il faut fermer sa gueule" - Coluche "You are an index and a prologue to the history of lust and foul thoughts." - William Shakespeare sending to informix-list