9th December 2014
Dec. 9th, 2014 10:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
waitingmanAnd here I sit, on my lopsided office chair, now with 2 wheels missing, physically getting a new slant on the world's goings-on
The job applications continue to flow from my outbox, with little in return but automated replies that my application has been received & most likely sent straight to a junkmail folder which is automatically emptied every 20 minutes. I've been to 1 interview on the western outskirts of town, where a 'nice' lady told me how many hours I'd be working officially & how many site visits I'm required to do per week outside those hours, how many weekends I'd never see & how my trim little beard would have to go, in accordance with company dress policy. If I had the full, hipster bushranger birds nest, I'd understand, but... really? In the 21st Century, we're doing this? No Sikhs working for the company then, I'm guessing
I went to visit the office I'd be working from yesterday & met with the Manager. I'd only wanted to pop in for a recce - 5 minutes tops, but he took me through to the lunch room & started giving me sales tips & jargon while making his sandwich & trading in-jokes with his other staff member. I managed to extricate myself after half an hour & he said he'd be calling the 'nice' lady to give her 'feedback' on what he thought. Up to that point, I hadn't realised I was being interviewed... I thought I was checking on them!!
To be honest, I don't want to work for them - their reputation isn't great, with regards to both their products & their conditions. Long-Suffering Partner looked them up & sent me a couple of links to less-than-impressed forums & reviews. Even though the office would be local to me, the official hours eat up most of the day & the extracurricular site visits could add at least another 90 minutes to that. All for the absolute minimum salary they could offer without being laughed at, or reprimanded by the Fair Work Ombudsman
The other shoe is, of course, that some income is better than none. I wonder when/if they'll call...
The job applications continue to flow from my outbox, with little in return but automated replies that my application has been received & most likely sent straight to a junkmail folder which is automatically emptied every 20 minutes. I've been to 1 interview on the western outskirts of town, where a 'nice' lady told me how many hours I'd be working officially & how many site visits I'm required to do per week outside those hours, how many weekends I'd never see & how my trim little beard would have to go, in accordance with company dress policy. If I had the full, hipster bushranger birds nest, I'd understand, but... really? In the 21st Century, we're doing this? No Sikhs working for the company then, I'm guessing
I went to visit the office I'd be working from yesterday & met with the Manager. I'd only wanted to pop in for a recce - 5 minutes tops, but he took me through to the lunch room & started giving me sales tips & jargon while making his sandwich & trading in-jokes with his other staff member. I managed to extricate myself after half an hour & he said he'd be calling the 'nice' lady to give her 'feedback' on what he thought. Up to that point, I hadn't realised I was being interviewed... I thought I was checking on them!!
To be honest, I don't want to work for them - their reputation isn't great, with regards to both their products & their conditions. Long-Suffering Partner looked them up & sent me a couple of links to less-than-impressed forums & reviews. Even though the office would be local to me, the official hours eat up most of the day & the extracurricular site visits could add at least another 90 minutes to that. All for the absolute minimum salary they could offer without being laughed at, or reprimanded by the Fair Work Ombudsman
The other shoe is, of course, that some income is better than none. I wonder when/if they'll call...
