Back in the old country…
June 26th, 2007(via Cam)
(via Cam)
My sister and I took Maysen to the park yesterday, to feed ducks. Here’s what I came up with.
You know what I hate most about the whole finding-a-job process? You spend hours getting the most kickass resume together. You spend hours looking for work, connecting with people, etc. 48,000,000 resumes are sent out. You wait. And wait. You may get a call back from three people, two of which offer $10/hr less than what you currently make, yet their job description states “Masters Degree Preferred.” Yeah, right. So you get the one call that sounds promising. You set up an interview. You’re told they’re very interested in you, and oh yeah, we’re going to contact HR to find out what we need to do next, etc. Then…
You get the general piece of crap canned response e-mail advising how they enjoyed meeting with you, but some other poor sod that closely matched the job description was hired. But that oh, they’ll keep your resume on file for six months.
Great. Thanks.
I don’t understand why, if they’re unsure if you’re the candidate, they can’t keep it general. “Thanks for coming in.” Why do they pump you up, making you feel like you’ve just scored a gig, it’s just a matter of time before you get the You’re Hired! letter, only to be shot down two days later? Jerks.
I feel better.