There is an odd energy to being unemployed.
Like you are forgetting something that you just can’t remember.
But its always there.
And an element of laziness.
That would be my immigrant blood talking.
If you are not so sick or damaged that you are in hospital, why the hell aren’t you at work?
That voice in the back of my head sounds suspiciously like my father, but we are not here to analyze, just share.
I found myself caught in a layoff a month ago.
I hate surprises, especially when they interrupt my day to day.
I am a fan of consistency.
Mainly because you can never count on inconsistency.
Here is one of the main issues with job hunting.
Paranoia is your best friend.
You want to come across as a nice guy, exactly who they want, but your best bet is to approach it like borderline paranoid schizophrenic.
There are so many job scams going on, it boggles the mind.
Resumes services, recruiters that need a “fee” because they work with “exclusive” clients. (I hate using quotes, its annoying.)
I was a recruiter, worse, I was a “headhunter” during the Dot Coms. (Headhunter deserves quotes, we were shameless money whores.)
But even we didn’t have the yarbles to try and charge candidates selling them like human cattle for a DANDY profit.
These are the guys I love to keep on the phone for a long time, giving them the impression that the hook is solidly set into my upper lip.
Like telemarketers, these are people who think they are slick.
Its only when they realize that you are jerking them around that they get pissed.
I had one threaten to KICK MY ASS.
I pointed out that, as they had my resume, they knew where I lived, and further invited them by for said ass kicking.
Not that I think I am such a badass that I live without fear, far from it.
I am half a century old and chubby. (Cardio kickboxing can only do so much.)
I am not gonna be laying people out left and right, not even on a good day.
But, and here is the really weird part, I have had my ass kicked by people that are inhumanly good at it.
So, my fear of a mediocre smack down is low level at best.
Now, we move on to the shady types that have jobs.
I say shady because they have a job, but not one you want.
Among other things, I do sales.
Here is the general rule with sales:
- The higher the salary, the easier the sale and the more you want someone of a certain minimal level of quality to stay in the role for the long term. There are few jobs like this. Mainly because when someone gets one of these jobs, they never leave.
- The lower the salary, the harder the sales. When you are seeing something that is 100% commission, that is a really hard sale and the company doesn’t want to waste money on people who may never make that sale. Real Estate Agents and Car Salesmen live in this category. Yes, there is a reason they have that reputation.
- Never be afraid to let the employer know how much you love money. Sales is the only position that being “Money driven” is not only acceptable, its preferred.
As a general rule, any job that you cannot get a clear answer of what it is on the phone, that you have to come in for, is shady as fuck.
The person the phone wants you to come in because physical presence twists the equation enough that he has a better chance of you going for it.
And thats when you find yourself signing up friends and family to sell candles, insurance, weight-loss products and dildos. (I have seen family members selling all of those items.)
Now, this is just my opinion, I am not looking to throw the stink eye on anyone’s sale, but when you find yourself selling a double headed dildo to a blood relative, you have made a bad decision in the long run.
But that is just me. (Double headed dildos creep me out.)
I am an asshole before I have my coffee.
Alright, I am an asshole after, I am just happier.