Zombification (is this a real word?)
It's frightening how guilty I feel over not blogging yesterday. I had lots of time to do it at work I just never got around to it.
Relating to the title of my post I have felt like the walking dead for the last couple of days. Not sure whether it was from lack of sleep, or maybe I'm coming down with something, or maybe it's that my sweetie is a big bed hog. It's probably that last one come to think of it (she snores as well). Or maybe it's just a huge lack of motivation in going to work.
Again relating to my title I've been reading Anne's blog, and her adventures with the tyrannical unnamed telephone and internet service provider. It's pretty scary stuff, and if I was smarter I would link to it here. I honestly can't believe that a company can be that anal concerning time. To me that smacks of the kind of regimentation you would face in kindergarten, and it's obvious they have no respect for their employees. Oh well I suppose they don't really care as long as the machine gets fed.
One of the really great things about my job is the freedom. Although I am not technically the manager of my store I might as well be. My boss works a vast intellectual distance away in Big College, and since I have started here over a year ago I have seen him maybe half a dozen times. So like I said freedom, and to be honest I abuse it.
When things are slow I spend a lot of my time on the computer surfing the web, reading blogs. When I'm extremely bored I go home early. To be honest though there is downsides, and the thing that most people forget about freedom is that it goes side by side with responsibility. In a lot of ways I'm out of the loop, and without manager authority I've had my hands tied frequently.
Anyways I'm really reflecting on this lately because my job is finished at the end of the fiscal year, June 30th. Unfortuneatly I am too young and too broke to retire so I must seek new employment. This is where the dread comes in. I hate looking for work with a passion. To me it's always seemed like begging, and I hate the way that that can feel. I realize that it shouldn't be that way, but I've always had trouble selling myself, especially when it comes down to the interview.
The other very large fear is the job that I may end up with. I don't want to end up as a drone at a company where they freak if you leave for your break a minute early. And I've become accustomed to my lackadaisical 9-4 monday to friday schedule. What if I have to work evenings or weekends? The horror.
Going to an open house hiring sesson for a large computer company with a call center in Edmonton yesterday brought back vividly the pain of this process. They were looking for technical support specialists, and I've heard they paid pretty good so I went to check it out leaving my work early. So they had all the usual hoops there. First the test asking the stupid questions.
"Why do you wish employment with us?"
Duh. Because I need money, and I heard you give it out. Like many people if I was wealthy I would live a life of leisure.
After the questionnaire you had to wait for the technical part of the interview. Where inevitably myself and the interviewer were speaking different languages. I was answering his questions, just perhaps not in the way that he preferred. I thought I did okay especially compared to some of the braniacs that were present. The I sat around for a hour waiting for my next interview with a human resources representative. We're only a few minutes into the interview and the woman stops saying that my experience, and bad performance on the technical portions tells her that I would be a better fit for a customer care position. Of course they're not actually hiring for these positons right now so my interview is done. She tells me to check the website for future positions.
I leave angry and discouraged. It seemed a little unprofessional to me to keep people waiting hours for an interview then abruptly cut it short. At least go through the motions. Oh well I suppose they were getting pretty busy and they wanted to hurry it along.
It's times like that I wished I had marketable skills so that I was in demand, and possibly employers would have to jump through hoops to hire me.
Relating to the title of my post I have felt like the walking dead for the last couple of days. Not sure whether it was from lack of sleep, or maybe I'm coming down with something, or maybe it's that my sweetie is a big bed hog. It's probably that last one come to think of it (she snores as well). Or maybe it's just a huge lack of motivation in going to work.
Again relating to my title I've been reading Anne's blog, and her adventures with the tyrannical unnamed telephone and internet service provider. It's pretty scary stuff, and if I was smarter I would link to it here. I honestly can't believe that a company can be that anal concerning time. To me that smacks of the kind of regimentation you would face in kindergarten, and it's obvious they have no respect for their employees. Oh well I suppose they don't really care as long as the machine gets fed.
One of the really great things about my job is the freedom. Although I am not technically the manager of my store I might as well be. My boss works a vast intellectual distance away in Big College, and since I have started here over a year ago I have seen him maybe half a dozen times. So like I said freedom, and to be honest I abuse it.
When things are slow I spend a lot of my time on the computer surfing the web, reading blogs. When I'm extremely bored I go home early. To be honest though there is downsides, and the thing that most people forget about freedom is that it goes side by side with responsibility. In a lot of ways I'm out of the loop, and without manager authority I've had my hands tied frequently.
Anyways I'm really reflecting on this lately because my job is finished at the end of the fiscal year, June 30th. Unfortuneatly I am too young and too broke to retire so I must seek new employment. This is where the dread comes in. I hate looking for work with a passion. To me it's always seemed like begging, and I hate the way that that can feel. I realize that it shouldn't be that way, but I've always had trouble selling myself, especially when it comes down to the interview.
The other very large fear is the job that I may end up with. I don't want to end up as a drone at a company where they freak if you leave for your break a minute early. And I've become accustomed to my lackadaisical 9-4 monday to friday schedule. What if I have to work evenings or weekends? The horror.
Going to an open house hiring sesson for a large computer company with a call center in Edmonton yesterday brought back vividly the pain of this process. They were looking for technical support specialists, and I've heard they paid pretty good so I went to check it out leaving my work early. So they had all the usual hoops there. First the test asking the stupid questions.
"Why do you wish employment with us?"
Duh. Because I need money, and I heard you give it out. Like many people if I was wealthy I would live a life of leisure.
After the questionnaire you had to wait for the technical part of the interview. Where inevitably myself and the interviewer were speaking different languages. I was answering his questions, just perhaps not in the way that he preferred. I thought I did okay especially compared to some of the braniacs that were present. The I sat around for a hour waiting for my next interview with a human resources representative. We're only a few minutes into the interview and the woman stops saying that my experience, and bad performance on the technical portions tells her that I would be a better fit for a customer care position. Of course they're not actually hiring for these positons right now so my interview is done. She tells me to check the website for future positions.
I leave angry and discouraged. It seemed a little unprofessional to me to keep people waiting hours for an interview then abruptly cut it short. At least go through the motions. Oh well I suppose they were getting pretty busy and they wanted to hurry it along.
It's times like that I wished I had marketable skills so that I was in demand, and possibly employers would have to jump through hoops to hire me.
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