Month: August 2014

If A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words…….

Example Of One Lengthy Application
I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried. This application felt like doing an exam in college

There’s a debate about employers being too fussy and strict with the hiring requirements on the Workopolis web site. Employers say the stringent requirements are needed in order to ensure a perfect fit for the position, and it’s the job-seeker’s fault for not having the skills to get hired. On the other hand, job-seekers like myself accuse employers of not understanding the requirements of the position and allowing credential creep to inflate the requirements to ridiculous proportions. 

I’ve written about credential creep in a previous blog post, so I am not going to expand on that further. Instead, I want to give you a peek of what I sometimes come across during my job search, as reason why I feel hiring managers are going off the rails with the qualifications. The following link below is an example (from PetSmart) of an application process I come across between one-third to one-quarter of the time.

Before I continue, I want to state this post is in no way attempting to define in a negative light how both PetSmart and any other companies, agencies, or organizations it works in partnership with operates. I’m simply bringing to light, using actual documentation, what job seekers like myself have to go through when forced to apply to openings using this application process. 

In addition, the answers I provided in the sample are not actual answers that convey personal information about myself, and I used a fake personae in order to fill out this application for the open position.

LINK

Quite the college exam, isn’t it? I felt like I was undergoing a psych test for NASA’s planned Mars colony mission, but the job I was “applying” for was, as you noted, was for an early morning stocker. The process — from the time to create a profile to the time I saw the “Submit Application” button (which I did not press) — took over half an hour. 

Does this settle the argument about employers being silly with the hiring requirements? That’s still open to debate, but I feel when I come across applications like this — which are hardly rare —- the evidence is quite damning.

Thanks for reading.

David 

P.S. If you cannot read the folder on the Google Drive site, it’s available on Microsoft OneDrive

So When Should I Expect My Free Stuff, Mr. Mayor?

This man is amazing! Not in a good way! Source: Metro Toronto Today free newspaper website. All credits belong to the author and owners.
This man is amazing! Not in a good way! Source: Metro Toronto Today free newspaper website. All credits belong to the author and owners.

I can’t believe I actually voted for this guy.

According to Mayor Rob Ford, the man who actually does not return everyone’s phone calls or Email’s (like from Yours Truly), who is a magnet for every type of trouble and controversy imaginable that has made Toronto a laughing stock of the world, apparently believes the jobless do not need transit.

Well, how about that? Looks like I was doing this job search all wrong! If I don’t need transit, I guess I don’t need to go to interviews, or to go to employment centre workshops to improve the chances of my resume getting selected by the HR manager. I have absolutely no need for transit to go to part time gigs working in a warehouse, mail room, or even delivering flyers!

In fact, if I don’t need transit, I really do not have to leave my home. Oh wait, wait, wait. I don’t have a home. I’m couch-surfing, remember? I hop from place to place, from friend to family member to friend and so on, using their place as a base of operations to look for work.

So, if I don’t need transit, I don’t really need to look for work to earn money in order to buy things. And if I don’t need money to buy things, then I should expect all this stuff to come to me, free of charge.

Wonderful! No wonder Toronto has become such a toilet these days!

Thanks for reading! Off to enjoy the free stuff I expect Mayor Ford to send me!

David

You’rrrrrrre OUT!

A place to stay, even for a short while, is essential in order for job seekers like myself to work odd jobs to pay the bills, such as this flyer delivery job --- at $0.08 per house -- but hey! It's a job! (photo taken my David Gay. with permission to freely use, provided credit is given to the owner)
A place to stay, even for a short while, is essential in order for job seekers like myself to work odd jobs to pay the bills, such as this flyer delivery job — at $0.08 per house — but hey! It’s a job! (photo taken my David Gay. with permission to freely use, provided credit is given to the owner)

When I left Kitchener in search for work back in March 2014, I asked a few friends and family members if I could stay with them for a period of time while I hunted for openings and did the odd temp job and short-term gig. I fully understood that each stay was temporary and not meant to be permanent.

The place of one friend of mine, who I’ve known for over 20 years, has been a frequent port of call since I began my couch-surfing, and I believed that I would not have to worry about losing it. That belief was squashed like a bug after I came home last Friday at (August 8th, 2014) at around 11:30 p.m.

My friend told me she plans to move within two to three months and I can’t stay with her, explaining that she is trying to downsize space and costs to make them more manageable. She especially made it clear that she was sorry for her decision and felt bad for having to tell me this news, news I certainly did not want to deal after having a great evening walking around Eglinton Avenue and Yonge Street.

I don’t fault her for that. I’m not angry. It is her home and I was a guest for as long as she permitted me to stay. I made it top priority to make sure I did not give her any reason to reconsider her decision. In fact, I put a lot of effort into being a contributing part of her household. For example, after I completed my job search in the morning, I washed her dishes to ensure she did not have to do them when she came home from work. When she went away on vacation, I fed her lovely pets. Every time I did a temporary assignment or short-term gig, she received part of what I made to pay for the things I used, like hydro, water, and the Internet (especially the Internet!). I also remember one time that I cleaned her shower (volunteered for the task, in fact) because she could not stoop down to clear the tub due to an injury. Let’s be clear: I was certainly no sponger while living there.

While I did those things because she is a wonderful friend, perhaps I also believed it would ensure my stay was stable enough to continue my job search without worry of losing a place to sleep. I admit there is a feeling of betrayal, irrational as that might sound.

All I know is that I have to drop whatever plans I have in continuing my job search, working temporary assignments and short term gigs, and bettering my chances as a hire-able employable person so I can find new temporary accommodations to stay. For the next two months, I’ll be like a politician at election time, glad-handing friends and family members I haven’t talked to before asking that rather awkward question: “Uhm, could I, you know, stay with you for a bit?”. This may seem like a joke, but it’s a serious situation. If I don’t find a replacement place to stay, there will be some days where I will have no place to go and have to stay in a shelter or sleep outside. Not a pleasant thought considering summer will soon be coming to an end.

Thanks for reading, and wish me luck!

David.