THE DESTITUTION ENTRY
Yes, my friends, here it is. I was only half joking when I said that I'd be back in about a week watching the ghost of destitution loom over me. Last weekend I was in a position where 10 people had rung me up about various jobs about 6 of which described me to a tee. Over the week another 7 or 8 random people have, unbidden, rung me from the ether of IT Recruitment agencies to offer me the phantom of work. Of those people about half again were apparently putting me forward for roles which suited me ideally. So I have been, apparently, put forward for 18 roles of which around 10 are exactly me in terms of salary, experience and skills.
Not one fucking interview.
Not a sausage. More people ringing to offer to put me forward. But after the Recruitment people identify me as perfect for the various roles they seem to disappear into a nebulous black hole of nothing. I can honestly see all these people ringing me up going: 'oh yeah, we have an interview can you make it?' And me responding: 'No, it's too late, I've sold my flat and gone home to live with my parents, I'm working in HMV now and have no real need for a job paying 30K in the South East. Why didn't you ring a couple of weeks ago?'
They're all fuckers and I hate them. I can't sleep, I have a constant stomach cramp which doesn't help and my life has started to revolve around all the phones I have which never fucking ring.
But apparently I'm a much sought after market commodity.
EDIT: It was a risky manoeveure but it paid off. Complaining about the lack of interview action has, in true Murphy's Law fashion provided me with an interview for the job I really want!
Of course, I couldn't *tell* anyone that's what I was doing...
Yes, my friends, here it is. I was only half joking when I said that I'd be back in about a week watching the ghost of destitution loom over me. Last weekend I was in a position where 10 people had rung me up about various jobs about 6 of which described me to a tee. Over the week another 7 or 8 random people have, unbidden, rung me from the ether of IT Recruitment agencies to offer me the phantom of work. Of those people about half again were apparently putting me forward for roles which suited me ideally. So I have been, apparently, put forward for 18 roles of which around 10 are exactly me in terms of salary, experience and skills.
Not one fucking interview.
Not a sausage. More people ringing to offer to put me forward. But after the Recruitment people identify me as perfect for the various roles they seem to disappear into a nebulous black hole of nothing. I can honestly see all these people ringing me up going: 'oh yeah, we have an interview can you make it?' And me responding: 'No, it's too late, I've sold my flat and gone home to live with my parents, I'm working in HMV now and have no real need for a job paying 30K in the South East. Why didn't you ring a couple of weeks ago?'
They're all fuckers and I hate them. I can't sleep, I have a constant stomach cramp which doesn't help and my life has started to revolve around all the phones I have which never fucking ring.
But apparently I'm a much sought after market commodity.
EDIT: It was a risky manoeveure but it paid off. Complaining about the lack of interview action has, in true Murphy's Law fashion provided me with an interview for the job I really want!
Of course, I couldn't *tell* anyone that's what I was doing...
VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
poprock:
I love a happy ending. Now, for further cliffhanger-tension-drama, tune in to the interview itself.
johnnyforeigner:
Hope you're ok dude. I know how disappointing stuff like this can be. I got all these e-mails saying stuff like "h0tt yung chixx want 2 fuk u now!" and when I replied, all they wanted was my credit card number