Jobhunting - AKA the Eight Circle of Hell
I've been actively jobhunting for the grand total of two weeks, and already I am several parts beyond the point of done.
Applications - 6.
Rejections - 1. I think. Unless the ones I did last week are also rejections.
I am starting to feel cold panic starting in on me already. The last time I was jobless was utter hell, and the thought of ending up there again and getting increasingly desperate as the months tick on and ending up back at my mother's house looms on the horizon is enough to send anxiety levels soaring. To make things worse the organisation dealing with redundancy payments is looking anything but organised, leaving me to wonder what the hell I am meant to do when I've had my last pay packet but the rent needs paying and they won't sort out my payment for another six weeks, maybe more. I've had assurances from my boss that they'll pay on time, but my colleague's payout was due 1st May and he still hasn't seen it yet.
So yet another round of applications approaches. I have spent so much time rewriting my CV and cover letter to fit what X company is looking for that I am starting to get a little fuzzy on who I actually am myself. Maybe that's the idea of the perfect job candidate - a chameleon who will reflect whatever the interviewer wants to see. Frankly the whole process strikes me as a bit borked - for heaven's sakes, people even say 'the person who gets the job is often not the person who's best at the job, but the one who gives the best interview.' So, your method of finding the best person for the job, by your own admission, fails to find the best person and actually finds the person who can make themselves look good in an artificial situation they will likely never encounter in the job itself. And it never occurs to you that you're basically saying your selection system is utterly useless. Right.
Ah, fuck it. I'm going to knit and watch a documentary on the Crusades.
Applications - 6.
Rejections - 1. I think. Unless the ones I did last week are also rejections.
I am starting to feel cold panic starting in on me already. The last time I was jobless was utter hell, and the thought of ending up there again and getting increasingly desperate as the months tick on and ending up back at my mother's house looms on the horizon is enough to send anxiety levels soaring. To make things worse the organisation dealing with redundancy payments is looking anything but organised, leaving me to wonder what the hell I am meant to do when I've had my last pay packet but the rent needs paying and they won't sort out my payment for another six weeks, maybe more. I've had assurances from my boss that they'll pay on time, but my colleague's payout was due 1st May and he still hasn't seen it yet.
So yet another round of applications approaches. I have spent so much time rewriting my CV and cover letter to fit what X company is looking for that I am starting to get a little fuzzy on who I actually am myself. Maybe that's the idea of the perfect job candidate - a chameleon who will reflect whatever the interviewer wants to see. Frankly the whole process strikes me as a bit borked - for heaven's sakes, people even say 'the person who gets the job is often not the person who's best at the job, but the one who gives the best interview.' So, your method of finding the best person for the job, by your own admission, fails to find the best person and actually finds the person who can make themselves look good in an artificial situation they will likely never encounter in the job itself. And it never occurs to you that you're basically saying your selection system is utterly useless. Right.
Ah, fuck it. I'm going to knit and watch a documentary on the Crusades.