Tuesday, May 11, 2010
You don't have to put on the red light
I'm officially on the job market. I'm actively seeking employment and therefore relying on the services of those who supposedly match candidate with client (you can see where I'm headed already). For the similarity between recruitment agency and pimp may seem an unlikely bedfellow but for me it couldn't be any more cosy than if they installed a stripper pole in the foyer and said "only those wearing 9 inch heels may apply". Basically they'll pimp your wears and hopefully hook you up with a paying customer. And there is plenty more on the street where you came from but it's the paying clients they've got to keep happy. The street walkers, job seekers, whatever, have got that addiction thing happening too, career progression. They all want it and can't get enough of it. It seems like they just get one off the street and then in a year or two they are back for more. Resumes describe all the tricks they pull, why they do it so much better, faster, more outcomes and achievement based to get their juices flowing. And then they wait in vein for the call and hope they'll be picked as the one that's fancied the most. No luck today. Maybe it's my ballet flats.