Monday, May 18, 2009

On The Value Added by Middle Folk

It is said that half of advertising is a waste. The problem is deciding which half.

With that in mind, I have compiled a little list of statistics of my job applications to date.

Over the last six months, I have applied for 57 jobs. 30 were advertised through agencies, while 27 were from the company directly.

Of the agency applications, 16 (53%) were acknowledged (ie didn't just vanish into the void) whereas 15 (56%) were acknowledged by companies.

Of the agency applications that were acknowledged, 2 (12.5%) led to further contact. None led to a proper interview.

Of the company applications that were acknowledged, 8 (53%) led to further contact. 5 (30%) led to a proper interview.

Now, I should add that none have actually led to a job offer. Nevertheless, I have to wonder: which half is a waste of time?

Monday, May 11, 2009

Locked Out

The popular employment-oriented social website LinkedIn seems to have a policy of not working with Linux based users. (Ubuntu mainly, although other users have reported difficultes)

I find that any search or edit request causes a freeze. What's been your experience?

More details are provided by a few industrious burrowers here

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Tuesday, May 05, 2009

Get a Mission Statement!

As part of the preliminaries for a recent job interview, I was given a form with some questions to answer.

Q: What is your personal (ie non-work) mission statement?

A: Life is not a mission statement!


I haven't yet heard whether or not they want to see me again.

[Update: turns out they didn't! I'm a little disappointed but, really, I have difficulty taking people who ask such questions as seriously as they'd like to be. Oh well, to other prospects...]

Friday, April 24, 2009

The Silence of the Recruiters

I have a fair streak of the cynic in me. I am aware of it, and try to avoid it. Sometimes, though, it seems justified.

Particularly when it comes to the job market. Having been on the unemployment scrap heap several times in the past, I am aware of a number of annoying attitudes and mindsets of employees and agencies.
No denying times is hard!
Almost as hard as the worst pies in London
- Mrs Lovett, from 'Sweeney Todd' (Sondheim)
Now, I know there's a global recession on and not enough to go around and all that. But consider what is on offer.

We have the buzzwords and vapid phrases that accompany adverts, and which are supposed to ignite our interest:
  • 'passionate about...' (under 25 and will work for Red Bull)
  • 'hit the ground running' (like the strawberry jam from a dropped piece of toast, perhaps?)
  • 'work/life balance' (according to Dilbert: 84 hours/week for us, 84 for you)
  • 'friendly workplace' (never go home)
  • 'work hard play hard' (see work/life balance)
  • 'team player' (will shaddup and do as told. Can be harangued for not being able to work independently when they ask where the documentation is hidden)
  • 'can work independently' (can ask where the documentation is hidden. Can be harangued for not being a team player if the questions become too uncomfortable)
(Well, OK! Maybe I *am* being a cynic. Maybe I've come across too many NPD types. Luvett's pies got their content from somewhere!)
We have the entrenched mindsets that require a new applicant to be precisely like the previous one. I have previously referred to this as the Athena wishlist that creates stifling GlassWalls and results in a DryWaterhole of talent.
You are supposed to stretch yourself by operating outside your zone of comfort, but not your employer's
Then there is the claim that many jobs advertised are fake: trumpets to blow hot air into an agency's prospects. This is possible: but it is usually apparent in the spam-like number of hastily scrawled adverts from one company or another. I did apply for a couple of positions with one such company, and rang them up to find out what was going on: I became rather fed up when they kept 'losing' my resume and asking me to resubmit, and resubmit.

I am putting together a personal blacklist of such.
(message to recruiters: if I am expected to write an intelligent, well structured, grammatically correct, and properly spelt letter of application, *YOU* are expected to do the same with your advertisements!)


So much for nihilistic grumbles. Let's try and provide a little constructive criticism.

At this point, I would like to thank all recruitment folk who *have* told me I was 'unsuccessful on this occasion'. The message may be a little disappointing, but at least it's a message. The reason for my gratitude is that there is another regrettably common practice to add to the above litany of long term foolishness. I refer to the 'Wall of Silence' that appears to surround many of the job applications I make.

What happens is this:
  • I see a promising sounding job
  • I submit my resume, together with a cover letter to emphasise how my skillset matches the job description.
  • - And that's it! No simple response rejecting my application. Not even an acknowledgment that the application was ever made.
Now, I am trying *not* to be a cynic here. I have been through the outplacement process, and am aware that recruiters are often swamped with applications and can't be expected to give personal attention to each and every applicant.

Nevertheless, I think that some recognition needs to be made for the effort in putting together those applications in the first place. It needn't be much: just a brief note letting people who don't make the short list know they haven't made the grade on this occasion. It should be as easy as launching a script that scans the mail list and does this:
if subject contains jobref x and source is not in shortlist x then:
send sorry note
discard application
Good manners cost nothing. Bad manners cost you customers.

Thursday, April 02, 2009

We Were Doomed!

Jamais Cascio has an unusually sober assessment of humanity's prospects in his latest posting.

The only thing I can add is this:

The world hadn't ended as promised.
Screaming in outrage, the mob gathered up all the doomsayers, tied them to stakes, and lit the flames.
Chants of 'Die! Die!' drowned the screams and protests. Through the smoke and haze, no-one else noticed the tall cowled figure standing beside Cascio.
"I don't understand" protested Cascio feebly, looking at his corporeal form crisping in the pyre.
"YOU'RE NOT THE FIRST." replied Death conversationally. It seemed to be what was required on these occasions.
"I mean, *why* didn't it all end? We had all the data we could have. Petabytes of it! We double checked the GEAS figures in a dozen scenarios: a DOZEN d'you hear? The margin for error just wasn't there!"
Death looked at Cascio with renewed interest.
"YOU ARE REFERRING TO THE RECENTLY AVERTED CATASTROPHE, THEN?"
"What else? It couldn't be avoided. There was no way we could have survived it. So... how?"
Death considered stories he'd heard when he was younger (if he ever *had* been younger). Morbid and cautionary tales of Deaths in other Universes consulting doomsayers and betting the graveyard in the futures markets. The trouble was, that nothing was separated from anything else, not really. It seemed to be something you forgot when you had discarded the personal touch of a scythe for an shiny, new, ultra-efficient combine harvester that just begged to be taken out for a spin. At that point, something about all those rotating knives seemed to get cause and effect a bit blurred.
"I THINK" he finally said. "I THINK THAT THE CLARIFYING PHRASE YOU SEEK IS 'TOO BIG TO FAIL'"
A smile lit up the shade's face as realisation dawned "Oh! Of course!" he whispered as he faded away.
Death contemplated the spot where Cascio had been, a frown trying in vain to crease his calcified brow.
"OR, MAYBE IT WAS 'BAKERS DOZEN?'"


- with apologies to Pratchett

Friday, March 13, 2009

Curious Times

The old chinese curse about living in interesting times was never more apt than today.

A tipping point appear to have been passed, and things on the political stage are changing faster than a melting polar icecap.*

Two years ago, in an atmosphere of suppression and denial, the UN ICPP released its assessment of the world environment, suggesting that climate change would cause an average increase of about 2-3 degrees by the end of this century.

A world that is three degrees warmer can expect to see a 75% reduction in forest cover. Come to the Australian high country and see it happening: now!

A world that is three degrees warmer can expect to experience sea level rises of well over a meter, displacing hundred of millions of coastal dwelling people. Look at migration in history, and you will see war and rumours of war.

This week, a conference in Copenhagen was told that the ICPP report was 'woefully out of date'.

This is not news. It was known or suspected that the report had been watered down to suit the prevailing taste two years ago.

What is news is that scientists at the conference were able to present their findings without fear or favour. They did so, and their news was received with great gravity by the Danish Prime Minister Anders Fogh Rasmussen:
"Business as usual is dead - green growth is the answer to both our climate and economic problems.

"I hope the whole world will join us and set a two degree goal as an ambition of a climate deal in Copenhagen,"
Note that the goal is no longer to get us back where we were. This is now considered impossible with our current technology and capacity to act.

It has been mentioned elsewhere that US President Obama's inauguration speech contained an interesting turn of phrase that suggested a true committment to the scientific method. It is to be hoped that this is true, and allows us to put an upbeat spin on that curse, because we are in for some very curious times ahead, and will need every gram of objective assessment and ability to see us through it.

The party's over, folks! Time to 'beat the t-two'!
* I sincerely hope so! If we can't move faster than this, we are history.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Surreal

Last Saturday, Melbourne recorded its hottest day on record (46.2C). From a cool start, the temperature quickly ramped up as the 'February dragon' started breathing. The wind reached a crescendo. The sky had turned a strange shade of grey, and there was a great curtain of cloud in the north. Dust? Smoke? Either way, it was not looking good.

At about three I opened the front door to be greeted with dust and smoke... and a blast from the south as the cool change struck. Within half an hour, the temperature had plummeted to below 30C and it was possible to venture outside without feeling you were stepping into an oven.

Sunday morning dawned overcast and with a cool wind. And peals of thunder. I had put my name down for a bushwalk with my local club but, despite the coolness, the thought of strong winds and lightning strikes in tinder dry forest had me wondering, yet again, just what it was I had been thinking. The walk leader spared me the cost of a phone call when he rang to say the walk was cancelled, as it was confirmed to be in a fire zone.

The walk had been planned for Lake Mountain, a few kilometres outside Marysville. Need I say more?

Even as the town died in a conflagration, the weather in Melbourne continued cool and mild, with occasional showers.

Surreal.