Plan Personnel is the least office-like employment agency I've had the displeasure of visiting, which must be to its advantage. I found the hand-drawn pictures of dump trucks and bin men in the universal medium of Crayola quite endearing, and a definite improvement on the plastic air-conditioned strip-lit water-cooler tat usually favoured by such establishments. Sample tag line 'Be a Bin Man! Early Starts! Fixed Rate! 6.25 p/h! Apply Inside Today!' There's such a happy, innocent note of hope implied by all those lavish exclamation marks that I went in to see what they could offer me. Not much, as it turns out, but I registered anyway, with a woman who looked and smelt as though Anne of Cleves had risen as one of the undead, put on a few stone and lost a lot of finesse and grammatical accuracy.
Registering took two hours.
This insanely paper-wasting time-stealing life-sapping charade involved three - three! - forms of ID, one (separate) proof of address, and two passport photos. I also had to fill out a health and safety questionnaire ('what would you do if a bin fell on your colleague's head? A) take it off and ask if he's alright, b) run screaming down the street with your pants on your head, c) call 999. Circle as appropriate') and take another test, not multiple choice, about the various government rules and regulations regarding procedures during manual handling training, which I hadn't been briefed on. The good news is, as the answer to one of the questions I drew a little picture of a dog eating a chicken leg, and they still rang me up next week and asked if I'd like a job. Presumably the entire test was an elaborate trick to see if I was capable of holding a pen.
I think if you're really and truly desperate (yet still have an awful lot of proof of identity) this place might chuck you a rope and haul you back on board the H. M. S. Solvency. Unless you're certain it's come to that, though, I wouldn't bother. read more