Archive for May, 2009

With a little help from my friends…

May 19, 2009

So, having been looking for work now for a good eight months, I decided to revamp my CV yet again. I think I am up to my ninth version – I believe that’s more new looks than Madonna. But it occurred to me that I have never had any independant feedback, other than the management consultant was giving me interview practice.  Anyway, who better to provide independent feedback than someone who works for a recruitment consultancy. Why didn’t I think about it before?


I have something offer

May 16, 2009

The feedback from the housing association was great. It showed me that I do have something to offer recruiters.  Firstly, the woman who had the joyous job of telephoning me to give the bad news narrowed down my area of weakness to one answer. Secondly, the interview panel actually told me immediately after the interview that I was ‘appointable’.

I have recently started meeting up with a friend who is also looking for work, with the aim of giving each other practice at interviewss. He’s a management consultant, which really helps too. He has given me really great feedback on my CV and there has certainly been an improvement in my interview performance since we started meeting together.  In particular, it has helped me to identify good examples from my experience and helped me to realise that I actually have a lot more to offer than I have been letting on. I definitely recommend this exercise.

It’s one of those days

May 15, 2009

Today has been such an unproductive day so far. I know that I should be looking for and applying for jobs. But I just cannot be bothered. I can’t be motivated. It’s as if I don’t really care, but that is not true.

So close and yet so far…

May 15, 2009

I finally heard back from a housing association that has really be dragging out the decision process. I didn’t get the job but I ended up as third in the final shortlist of six. How cool is that! Rejection is so much easier to swallow if it comes with a serving of fries on the side (I like fries).

It’s all about little old me

May 14, 2009

Tamils are protesting in Toronto and Montreal against the genocide in Sri Lanka. I heard a news clip where Canadian drivers were moaning because the protests were spilling into the street and causing traffic delays. One of the comments was that this was not the way to get their message across. Maybe not, but let’s see how you handle having your white Caucasian brothers and sisters being indiscriminately bombed, murdered, raped and/or denied access to food and medical services.

Back to the Job Centre

May 14, 2009

Having been unemployed and signing on for almost six months, I was put onto the New Deal programme, initially for a two week introductory course. I use the word “course” in the most liberal sense possibly – there was two days of CV writing and interview skills and the rest of time was spent on the computers, going through papers and looking for jobs. I ended up having an argument with my “Personal Adviser” (again used in the most liberal sense) when I wanted to some extra voluntary work.  All he could say was that those were the rules. This led me to rushing out and getting some casual work as a telephone researcher, so that I could have the flexibility to look for jobs and undertake voluntary work as well as have an income. Of course, after about three weeks, the work dried up. After about another month, I crawled back to the Job Centre, tail between my legs, to sign back on. And off course, I start again from where I left off – another pointless programme.

Credit Crunch Medly (To the tune of the Halifax song ads)

May 12, 2009

(To the tune of the original advert based on Tom Jones “Sex Bomb”)

Maybe I’m a banker whose completely obsessed
Got a little something I have to confess
This risky lending had a horrible ending
with a very, very sticky mess.
Now you probably think it’s all to tough to change
Those debt-backed securities to be rearranged,
So don’t worry your head, you know who you can trust
You can leave the whole thing to us.
Extra, Extra, my bonus is worth more
than all the wages of the entire shop floor
Extra, Extra, my pension is grand,
more noughts than there are grains of sand.

(To the tune of the advert based on Beach boys “Something Good”)

Woke up this morning feeling fine
We’ve a great idea that will blow your mind
We owe 60 times more than anyone could
Something tells me we’re into something good.
We’re the government who gives its banks a hand,
so that you can put your head back in the sand
we owe 60 times more that anyone should
Something tells me we’re into something good.
Our economic policy won’t let you down,
If I’m telling you a lie, then my name ain’t Brown
Our bank execs get extra, you know that it’s true,
We like to make it look like we know what to do.