Friday, 29 January 2010

getting heartily fed up with

companies who don't give a toss about people they interview.

I'm generally a bright-side sort of person, and can't stand the sort of people who use technology as a means to tell everyone how sorry they feel for themselves (e.g. annoying Facebook statuses: "Edna is extremely pissed off with a certain person" - I honestly couldn't care less, get your negativity off my news feed) (incidentally, I don't know anyone called Edna). So I hope you'll forgive me for this brief foray into self pity, and acknowledge that this is a one-off.

So here we go - if rants are not your thing, stop reading now.

Surely you'd think that all adults, at one stage or another, have known that horrid feeling of limbo between having an interview, and waiting to hear whether or not they have got the job. Speaking as someone who is "between jobs", I am currently experiencing this feeling most of the time. You'd think, then, that interviewers would be keen to help their poor nervous interviewees to avoid this purgatorial state, and make it as swift and painless as possible. Like ripping off a plaster. Whether it's a yes or a no, please just let me know quickly.

However, most of the companies I've interviewed for recently seem hell-bent on prolonging this process for as long as possible, just to ensure maximum discomfort. Come on people - this isn't a reality TV show: "And the successful candidate ..... is ................. [wait two weeks] ............ Oh. Not you. Sorry."

Last Friday, I went to an interview at a theatre in London. It's now been seven days and I haven't heard a word from them. They specifically said, "We'll be in touch". So I naively assumed that they would. Isn't that what HR departments are for? But no, apparently they absolutely have no regard for the people, like me, who spend hours writing an application, preparing the perfect interview outfit, forking out for a train fare, and, worst of all, enduring the most unnatural process known to man, The Interview. If there's anything that's guaranteed to bring out a side of you utterly unlike your true self, it's an interview. Companies put all this effort into projecting a good corporate profile, but when it comes down to it, they can't even be bothered to make a quick phonecall, or send a quick email, to let me know that I can breathe out again.

And it's not just those who can't be bothered to get in touch. Earlier this week, I trekked all the way to Slough for in interview - I left the house at 10 am. The interview was at 1:30. It lasted 15 minutes. I got home at 4 pm. That's six uncomfortable, tense hours, only to receive an email the following day (can't fault them on their punctuality) saying that I didn't get the job. So make that six uncomfortable, tense, obsolete hours. To add insult to injury, the rejection email they sent didn't even have a name at the bottom, and was sent from a generic address, so I couldn't even reply and ask for some pointers for next time I masochistically decide to put myself through this joyless experience.

In light of all this, applying for jobs is starting to seem like an utter waste of time and energy. I am qualified, I am keen, I am nice (honestly!) - why won't anyone give me a job, or better still, show me a little bit of respect for bothering to tell them that I like their company so much that I want to join their workforce?!

Well. There you go - self-indulgence at its zenith. More uplifting fare next time, I promise. And - here is the happy bit - today I'm going for lunch at a cafe where they sell glittery rocky road. Amazing!



Monday, 25 January 2010

two interviews

in the last 4 days. emotionally exhausted. Nothing else to report. Except that I am going to a jive class this evening. Oh, and I ate a whole pack of Tangfastics today to ease the interview stress. Hopefully the jiving will counter the superfluous calories.



Monday, 11 January 2010

playing it by ear

Hurrah! This afternoon, I am leaving the village for the first time in longer than I care to remember, to go to London for a rehearsal. I have been stranded in a foot of snow since last Wednesday, and can't wait to escape to civilisation. I am slightly concerned I might not be able to get home tonight, as the trains are notoriously hopeless, but will deal with that if it arises I suppose.

In other news ... well, there is no news. Except that I have given up on Lovely G (hereafter to be known as Flaky G). Not because he has a dandruff problem, but because he is impossible to pin down. I've done the "aloof" thing, so I tried my friend L's "keen" approach, which worked for about 10 minutes. His words were "let's play it by ear" - a phrase which then popped up in an episode of Sex and the City I watched the other day.

It's the one where Miranda goes on a date with a man, doesn't hear back from him, and is candidly told by Carrie's boyfriend that the reason she hasn't heard back is because the date is "just not that into her". Lo and behold, a few days later Miranda receives the forecasted awkward email from her date, saying that he's not in a place where he can pursue a relationship and "let's play it by ear".

Maybe this is some kind of Man Code for "bugger off"? In any case, the promised tea date with Lovely G doesn't seem to be coming anytime soon. I'm moving on. But if he follows me, that would be, well, just Lovely.



Tuesday, 5 January 2010


... and all I want to do is go out and make snowmen with someone warm and friendly, maybe a nice boy who can stylishly carry off a woolly hat with earflaps, but I can't think of anyone who could get to my little village without using a car, train or bus - all of which are now out of the question.

The last time it really properly snowed, last March, I took the day off work and had a pint and pub lunch with two boys from my place of work at the time (one of which, Fit N, I had a thumping crush on), who also lived in my village. Then we went to the park, with a dog in tow, made snow angels, smoked vanilla cigarettes and constructed a wobbly sort of snow castle. It was like a good dream. Unfortunately, Fit N now has a girlfriend and lives in a different town, so no chance of any more snowy shenanigans with him. Sigh.

Anyway, I texted Lovely G today, after having an enlightening conversation with L, one of my best friends (currently living in the West Country, so we rely on nightly phone calls to catch up on our various dramatic goings on). She sagely advised me to be really really keen, a tactic which has landed her with her first nice, reliable and rather gorgeous boyfriend, after a lifetime of being aloof and ending up with losers. I have taken this on board and am hoping to land on the right side of keen vs desperation (I am keen, yes, but definitely NOT desperate ... yet). Fingers still crossed.



Friday, 1 January 2010

Things I need to remember in 2010:

Run more
Read more
Live more
Facebook less
Find a job
Save money
Be kind to people
Pursue authenticity
Be happy

"leap and the net will appear"