Back when I was young, if you wanted a job, you could get one. It’s not so easy these days, especially for a fat old hillbilly only a few years from retirement age. I had too lousy of a job for too long to dress decently, plus too many years of sitting on my backside at work has “broadened my horizons” to where the decent clothes I once had were “outgrown” along the way. Also, when I was young, the people running the personnel departments were middle-age and older. Now, they seem to be nearly children. I believe I told you sometime in the past about an interviewer I had a few years ago. He was unshaven, his hair hadn’t seen a comb that day, he was wearing shoes with no socks, Bermuda shorts, a print shirt, and he was rude, arrogant and gave the over-all appearance that he was a beach-bum recovering from an all-night party. I was tempted to turn him over my knee like the two-year-old he was acting like, but was afraid he might have enjoyed it.
I drove a straight-frame truck, off and on, for over 20 years, but now, I can’t get a CDL unless I prove that I’m BRIGHT enough to drive a truck and then borrow someone’s truck to take the driving part of the test. Yet our country is filled with Mexican and A-rab drivers that can’t even read the road signs. (I know, I’ve spoken to a few of them, and they can’t really speak the language either.)
A lot of companies now hire through either government or private job-service programs. Very few seem to feel the need to see anyone face-to-face until the last interview stage. I can remember the day that you could walk in off the street, and if you had the right attitude, you could be hired on the spot. Those days are forever gone. Companies are run like government bureaucracies these days.
I complimented a fellow for returning my call the other day. He was only the SECOND person in SIX MONTHS to do so. In my day, that wasn’t only considered good manners, it was part of the job.
I had an interview recently, and due to being out of the loop for a while, forgot to send the requisite “thank you” note on my way home. The guy was to let me know the outcome by the middle of the next week so, since I wasn’t sure it would get there before his decision, I chose not to send it the next day, either (bad decision). Now, I consider the middle of the week to be closing time on Wednesday. So, when I hadn’t heard from him by the end of the day Thursday, I called. He wasn’t there, but a co-worker of his promised to let him know I’d called. (Who knows?) He hadn’t returned my call by closing time Friday, so I called back. He was with a customer, but the young lady who answered the phone responded to the affirmative when I asked if the position had been filled. It’s now Thursday again and I never DID hear from him, so in my book, that makes the man a liar. Maybe the Lord was protecting me from working for a jerk.
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