Interview
After one and a half days of (f)unemployment i was well and truly ready to get back into the workforce and was happy to meet with a recruiter for a face to face interview.
My past chagrin with recruiters is no secret. One of my more recent conversations involved the recruiter saying "how am i supposed to place you in a role which you have no experience for?" Essentially, i see it as their job to find me a job. Unfortunately, they are generally looking for the quickest resolution and not the best fit. There is definitely a vested interest as they get paid if get paid. There is no happiness-ometer, no philanthropy. Square pegs will not be tolerated if it is a round hole. Perhaps this whole issue has something to do with the fact that most recruiters are English folk on work and holiday visas hoping for a large commission to pay for their next drug/booze fueled binge on the Barrier Reef?
I met a young woman who gave me some forms and left me for fifteen minutes to complete them. Unbeknownst to her, i really enjoy filling out forms so i spent 12 minutes listlessly memorizing the room i was in and focussing far too much on the weird company logo. Which got weirder by the minute. When she returned i was given the distinct impression that she had not read my resume ("oh wow, you have a lot of experience") but the fact that she was only new in her role meant she wanted to try and meet as many people as possible and grow her profile (*read* make as much commission as possible for booze/drug fueled binge).
At the end of the day it was forty minutes where i probably would be doing nothing else of note and it let me get dressed up again and walk around the city. The proliferation of men in dark suits and white shirts with blue ties is truly dumbfounding to me though. Sure, i was in the club but i was playing it safe as i was at an interview. Why do people feel the need to play it safe all the time? how i wish people would rock a red power tie or an orange shirt or a flurry of purple! Trading your black belt and shoes for brown does not make for edgy viewing. It looks like The Championships at Randwick (while i am on it, white shoes, belt and sunglasses looks like Magic Millions on the Gold Coast).
I left the interview happy and appreciative that someone had taken the time to meet me and try and find me somewhere to work. Although unemployment has its perks, the whole realization that you are spending money but not making any is somewhat daunting. Shock me! I must have learned something about debits and credits in accounting. Maybe i should go back to working in an accounting firm... have i gotten this desperate already?
My past chagrin with recruiters is no secret. One of my more recent conversations involved the recruiter saying "how am i supposed to place you in a role which you have no experience for?" Essentially, i see it as their job to find me a job. Unfortunately, they are generally looking for the quickest resolution and not the best fit. There is definitely a vested interest as they get paid if get paid. There is no happiness-ometer, no philanthropy. Square pegs will not be tolerated if it is a round hole. Perhaps this whole issue has something to do with the fact that most recruiters are English folk on work and holiday visas hoping for a large commission to pay for their next drug/booze fueled binge on the Barrier Reef?
I met a young woman who gave me some forms and left me for fifteen minutes to complete them. Unbeknownst to her, i really enjoy filling out forms so i spent 12 minutes listlessly memorizing the room i was in and focussing far too much on the weird company logo. Which got weirder by the minute. When she returned i was given the distinct impression that she had not read my resume ("oh wow, you have a lot of experience") but the fact that she was only new in her role meant she wanted to try and meet as many people as possible and grow her profile (*read* make as much commission as possible for booze/drug fueled binge).
At the end of the day it was forty minutes where i probably would be doing nothing else of note and it let me get dressed up again and walk around the city. The proliferation of men in dark suits and white shirts with blue ties is truly dumbfounding to me though. Sure, i was in the club but i was playing it safe as i was at an interview. Why do people feel the need to play it safe all the time? how i wish people would rock a red power tie or an orange shirt or a flurry of purple! Trading your black belt and shoes for brown does not make for edgy viewing. It looks like The Championships at Randwick (while i am on it, white shoes, belt and sunglasses looks like Magic Millions on the Gold Coast).
I left the interview happy and appreciative that someone had taken the time to meet me and try and find me somewhere to work. Although unemployment has its perks, the whole realization that you are spending money but not making any is somewhat daunting. Shock me! I must have learned something about debits and credits in accounting. Maybe i should go back to working in an accounting firm... have i gotten this desperate already?
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