We're doing a CICM Spectacular Failure at work for February (this is the boxing themed one, I devised, wrote and presented) and one of the fun events is to write a love poem for Valentine's Day, so I put pen to paper and wrote a haiku and a sonnet.
Sitting alone, night
falls, and warm embraces melt
the hardening heart.
What can I say or tell you about love
When Shakespeare does it much better than me
Run off a line about the stars above,
Or tell a tale of how I, became we.
Create a metaphor, on winter’s cold,
How love sprang forth and melted the snow.
How I gave him my heart to have and hold
Playing Juliet to his Romeo.
There are no words that can really describe
How true love feels and that moment of bliss
The magical spark it has to revive
You, when in their arms, and that first soft kiss.
So as you go forth, remember the stakes
And try not to be, another’s heart-break.
So, that was my busy afternoon at work!
Talking about work, a friend of mine phoned me today to ask if I would help him with a job application this evening. He's a bit of a handy man but hasn't had much work recently and saw a job for a street-sweeper advertised for the local council and thought he would apply. I went in and looked at the form. It's not a form, it's a 36 page booklet! For a street cleaning job! This is not a joke, it really was 36 pages long, this is totally insane!! WTF is that about??
I spent a weekend recently filling in a 17 page application for a secretarial job, or an 'executive assistant' as it is called now. It is the last application form I am ever going to fill in, from now on if they don't take a CV, I'm not even going to apply. I had also applied for another job as a Head Receptionist in a hotel where I have worked on and off for 10 years. I didn't get it. The criteria listed experience of reception work, hotel work and supervising staff, all of which I had. But the job was given to someone who has never supervised staff, never worked in a hotel or done reception work!
I was having a conversation with a work colleague recently, (he's in with the same agency as me) when I realised that the salary I am on now is exactly the same as it was in a job I was doing 10 years ago, for basically the same work. This realisation along with all the recent joys of job-hunting have pissed me off big time. So, I've been making a few decisions about work for the future. So, along with the CV, I have decided I am not doing agency work again either, no-one is making money off my talents again except me. I am also not going to give anyone the benefit of my abilities or experience unless they pay a decent salary. I would rather do minimum wage and I will!
Another receptionist/admin job I applied for sent me this lovely email:
Thank you for your interest in the Receptionist/Admin Assistant position at ...... We have reviewed your application. Unfortunately, you are not the right fit for the position at this time.
So, this is what I emailed back to them:
Well, what a surprise, 'not the right fit for the position at this time'. Is there ever a time I would be 'the right fit' considering this is now at least the 6th time I have applied to ..... for a position, clerical, accounts, administration, reception but never quite 'the right fit', and not once even an interview.
I mean what could someone with a degree, years of experience in admin, accounts and all office practices ever have to offer ......, Not quite the 'right fit'. What does the 'right fit' mean? Not smart enough, or too smart, over qualified or under qualified, too experienced or not experienced enough or is it just that I don't have a 'relative' to smoosh with the right people and pull the right strings, because it seems that it's not what you know but who you know...isn't it ever???
Well, I guess I'll pass ........ over in future, no point in applying, not the 'right fit', not today, definitely wasn't yesterday and most certainly will not be tomorrow.
When my father passed away this summer, I rang in to work and was told if I wanted to take time off, then I could take it unpaid or out of my holidays.
I came across 2 other stories about work this week too, so it's not just me being put through the wringer. The first was about how Amazon workers in the US now have to wear a wristband to track their activity, sorry, to 'help them find the right packages quicker', or so says the company. But more tragic is the story of Don Lane, fined for taking time off for a doctors appointment, and because of this missed his ensuing appointments and died. He worked for DPD who deliver for Amazon, among others.
Capitalism, it's all heart, isn't it! Oh, the joys of work!
Workers of the world it is time to unite, change is coming and that revolution just might begin here...watch this space!