Help Wanted

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Am I the only person who has noticed the employment advertisements a tiny bit confusing?

As a female “Peeking over the hill” seeking employment, find the flowery phrases leave a lot to be desired.  Do you really need a 6 paragraph narrative to clearly state what you are offering?

You might want to consider clearly stating the name of your company and where you are located.  Not everyone is willing to make an hour or more commute in city traffic.  You will get fewer applications but fewer turn downs.  Yes, Virginia, some of us will turn down jobs because of the commute. 

I would appreciate not having to plow through the brain-freezing unique forms.  Please do not assume I am stupid. “What year did you graduate from High School?” clearly tells my age!  And please do not rule me out because of lack of experience; when I have 30 years in the field, you seek employees.  That statement coming from someone barely out of diapers is insulting.

I do love the new way of saying, “Sorry, sucker!”  “Although your qualifications are impressive, we elected to move forward with another candidate.” If they were so damned impressive, why didn’t I at least get an interview with a real live person?”

You might want to throw away those “personality quizzes!  You know, the one that will predict my temperament and if I will steal you blind.  I have never passed one, and I was a Realtor for 30 years, helping people with the most expensive purchase of their lives.

I absolutely hate anachronisms!  Say what you mean!  If you are too lazy to type a few words more than once, I am not interested in your offering.

If you require a resume, why is it necessary to fill out a non-interactive employment history?  Most of my bosses or supervisors have either moved on to greener pastures or to their great reward. It was no fault of mine that many of the companies are no longer in existence.

Interviewing a million people for a job that barely pays above minimum wage via a “cattle-call” interview of two minutes is useless and demeaning.

I realize that “times have changed!” But surely, not so much there is never a face-to-face interview, ever?  I am not ruling out the tele-interviews.

Supplying treats and games with prizes is or should not be a requirement.  Working 8 hours for 8 hours pay should not be an alien concept.  I enjoy playing games of my choice on my own time with people I know and like.  I would appreciate bathroom facilities within walking or running distance. There is no need to ask why; you have already determined my age.

Don’t get me started on the employment gap!  Many people retire and need or want to seek a supplement to their retirement. What’s wrong with that? It is not a mortal sin to need or want to work.  Now, here’s a thought!  Maturity and experience is an asset, rather than a deterrent.

Being self-employed is hard work, but I like my boss and feel comfortable with my work, and the commute is great! 

Published by Time Traveler of Life

Biography Creating worlds, characters, and wielding power like a madwoman, making my characters happy, sad, angry, and some of them with no redeeming qualities. I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I sometimes laugh out loud when I am writing a scene, and I have been known to cry when one of my favorites has to die. I am a left-handed Gemini, what do you expect? Reading bedtime stories to my two children until they fell asleep or until they just told me to go away, was fun. Making up wild stories for my grandchild, and creating Halloween costumes from Cowboys to a Dragon, was another favorite thing to do. I missed that so much when they were grown, that I started writing. My yearly newsletters frequently were drafted third-person by my Love Birds, Miranda our motorhome, and by Sir Fit the White Knight, our faithful Honda. Throughout the years, some of my creative talents centered around writing letters of complaint expressing my displeasure with services or products. One crucial, at least to my Son, was a note to our local school bus driver petitioning her to allow him back on the bus. He was kicked off for making an obscene gesture at his buddy. I reminded her that it was not directed at her, and that “obscenity can be in the eye of the beholder,” kids use that gesture as a greeting. He rode the bus until he graduated. I loved driving my English teacher crazy. Leaving a “continued next week” at the end of my five handwritten pages required each week. He was one of many people that suggested I “do something about my writing.” I graduated from the School of Hard Knocks at the top of my class. After 30 years, in the trenches as a Real Estate Professional, I have found that truth is stranger than fiction. My books are filled with characters I met in that profession. Their names were changed to protect the guilty. Others were from people we met traveling around the country in Miranda, our Motorhome. I am married nearly 60 years to the love of my life, Shirl, and partner-produced two exceptionally talented children, and one grandchild who is our pride and joy.

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