Wednesday, 29 January 2014

Are you blissfully (un)aware ?

I'm no longer a hundered percent sure where exactly a read this quote, or by whom it was unfortunately - but it is beautiful and true.
Do't judge people based on one or two things that they do wrong in your eyes, or do not respond in the same way that you would, or that you think they should - everyone is differnt, thank the good Lord for that!
Respect them and get to know them.

I am aware that I am less than some people prefer me to be, but most people are unaware that I am so much more than what they see...

 Now go forth and learn to get to know people, and enjoy them for being different than you, and not exactly what you would like them to be.

Amandla!!

Happy Wednesday ( 2 more work days to go) :)

Wednesday, 22 January 2014

Interview turned Interrogation


To me the point of a CV is to state your case on exactly what you’ve done that might add value to you character and you education and work experience etc., in order for a prospecting company to evaluate you and see if you might fit the vacancy they have, and that you are a worthy candidate to come for an interview before they make their decision, right? Apparently not.

And the idea of an agent is to have your CV on hand, and send your profile as a decent candidate to a searching company, as you fall within the guidelines that they have specified? Also apparently not.

I have been for a couple of job interviews in my life, but this was my first cross-examination.

 
Here is how the story of my interview from hell unfolds:

 
I arrived 20 early, as I usually do, and to be more than punctual. The Interviewer walks through the door 2 min before the scheduled time, with a Lady-friend on his arm, greets me and asks me to give him 5 min. Sure, no problem, I say. Upon which he turns and walks to the bar where Lady-friend is waiting, he orders a bottle of wine, 2 glasses and ice-bucket, pays, and off to the room they go.

About 10 min later he emerges from the corridor, grabs one of the welcome drinks packed out in the reception, shots it down and walks my way.
(By this time I was not sure if I should get myself a drink as well; make a comment; or just pretend that this is a normal way for an interview to start. I decided on the latter.)

Interviewer inquires if I have a copy of my résumé, to which I reply that unfortunately I do not, as I have been told more than once by my agent that I do not need to bring anything along, and I know for a fact that my résumé has been emailed to him a week before, as well as the previous day. He looks at me with an “are you joking?” face. I respond that I am sure I have the copy sent to him on my email in my phone and can look for that. He says no, hands me a stack of paper and asks me to complete this while he goes to fetch his tablet in order to get my résumé on his email. 

I start writing the book in front of me – which has questions that has been answered on my CV already in full. But I write whilst I’m waiting for him.

Toward the end of the short novel I’m writing for The Interviewer, he returns, taking another quick shot of welcome drink – this is a good 10 – 15min later.
I’m left wondering if he does not have a swig of wine with Lady-friend that he has left all alone in the room to wait.

The Interviewer sits down and open my CV on his tablet, and starts reading through it, for a good 10min, it was very clear to see that he did not even glance through my CV before this very moment. He then goes on to tell me that almost everything in the short novel I just had to write is actually already in my CV. Now, this I am fully aware of, and so would he have been had he even glanced at it once in his room whilst likely having a glass of wine with Lady-friend.

I ask whether completing the book is still necessary as all the info required is on my CV? He responds yes, it is needed. So I carry on writing. By page 8 he start fidgeting, and my handwriting turns to crab-scrolls as I do speed writing. I realise that now the questions are no longer directed at me, my previous work or any qualifications or experience – this is now solidly based on the suppliers I currently and previously dealt with – what the factory names are, contact details, products they supplied, minimum amount of units and average cost; as well as the customers I currently supply as well as in the past – names, brand, contact details prices, units provided per month and the value of these orders.

In other words – this is now pure espionage.

 
Don’t  you just hate it when you go to an innocent job interview, which turns out to be an interrogation?
And not even about your own skillset or duties or previous jobs – but about the different companies your companies work with, including names and contact details of those people?
How well do I know the buyers? Were we ever on friendly terms, to such an extent that I still see any of them now, or am in contact with them?

It seems to me as though The Interviewer was purely out to get info so he could possible expand his business to those companies through the buyers.

The Interviewer further went on to inform me that my asking price is too high, even though I showed him my current cost to company. He then asked if salary was negotiable? I said no.

 
At the end of it all I left feeling violated and confused, and just plain pissed as The Interviewer did not interview me at all,  and was only interested in my contacts.

Better luck next time I suppose - as no interview can be worse than this...

Monday, 20 January 2014

Extreme Boredom...


Bored out of my mind has recently grown to be a reality of my everyday life.
And this dear reader is making me bilious, confused and just plain sad (and I fear a little dumber).


Look, everyone reckons they’ve been bored – but this has reached new levels.
Have you ever counted the amount of staples in a bar of staples? No? Didn’t think so.
Have you patiently, friendly and out of own freewill taken part in 20min telecon surveys and online surveys?

Have you offered to make pack lists for your family members for their ski holiday?
Offered to upload your friends’ CV’s on relevant websites?
Sent out your own CV to any and all recruiters you could possibly find?
Have you ever grown tired of Googling? WeHeartIt or StumbleUpon?

Searched for different Mandarin classes and French lessons on the internet?
Started playing Plants vs Zombies, as well as Tiny Thief on your iPhone?
Planned an overseas trip including a choice of 3 hotels per city, compared flight times and prices and looked for restaurants  (and the trip is not confirmed or reality – just for in case) ?

 
I have – all of the above.
The answer to how many staples in a row is 218.
Also I am slightly ashamed, but also a little proud on the inside that I have completed all levels in Tiny Thief in less than 5 days.
And no, I’m not unemployed – all of this I have done in less than a week, whilst being at work.

 
In essence dear reader – I’m asking and begging for all to send good karma, vibes, prayers and smoke signals my way so that I might find a different less brain cell extinguishing job asap.

Tuesday, 14 January 2014

A little nook of hell


This is not the first time that I have had a stopover on Sao Paolo’s airport, and it has again reinforced into me that I really really hate this airport!!

With the Soccer World Cup being held in Brazil in 2014, I read that there are some serious improvements and reconstruction done throughout Brazil, but especially on the airport – which sure as hell needed it. This time I did not fret as much recalling the endless snaking queues I stood in previously, for hours! Like being at Disneyland, except longer queues, nothing exciting or pretty to look at and trapped in a stuffy unhygienic cesspool of people… as they have been upgrading and reconstructing.

 
From being at this horrid airport the previous time (8-9 years ago?) until now, the only thing that has changed is that there are even more people forced into this tiny unventilated place, as flights ( from SAA at least) only do stop-overs in Sao Paolo now, no more Buenos Aires; and 2 new coffee shops – but all this squeezed into the same amount of square meterage. 
Whoever wrote and published that article sure must be having quite a laugh, well played, you sure fooled me.

All flights are delayed and some serious gate hopping takes place, which can be a serious problem if you have a connecting flight to catch somewhere else that you may very well miss (and make no mistake this is your problem not the airport staff or airlines’).

In my opinion the only way in which to upgrade this airport is to just bulldoze the entire thing flat and start over, with better planning  - much better planning.

I can only imagine the utter chaos that will be, when time for the soccer world cup draws near, and even more people and fligts from across the world descend upon this little nook of unorganised hell.
For anyone planning on going to the SWC, I would start hoping and praying and sending smoke signals to any and all gods and karma that this might not be the case, and that by some miracle there is a smidge of organization that kicks in before then, because a miracle is what they need.

Tuesday, 7 January 2014

A not so Happy New Year

Happy new year to all!!
I had an amazing holiday, and will probably write about my explorations here, and I sincerely hope you had a wonderful festive season all around the world.

It is with great sadness and anger and disbelieve that my first post for 2014 is not a happy one. No, unfortunately the human race was able to shock me to my core, with the disgusting and heartless way that Angora rabbits’ fur is “gathered”.
Even worse, if there is such a thing, is that GAP brand is not opposed to this?? And still stocks their stores full of Angora products.
I have no words…

Please watch the below, and have a look at the labels of soft furry products. If it shows that it has Angora in, simply leave it on the rack.


Angora Rabbit Fur - so cruel


If you have a heart, it might be broken L