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elfsThis morning, after dropping the kids off at school and running supplies up to Omaha for her interviews at Casual Connect, I got home and tweaked the hell out of my resume before heading up to Bellevue for the Monster.com quarterly "Job Fair," this time held at the Bellevue Hilton South.
What a goddamned waste of my fucking time. There were exactly 19 open booths. Three of them offered job training, four of them were for recruiters, and five of them were for people seeking "franchisees" or "affiliates": "We'll set you up as an independent financial advisor / sales manager / tutor / real estate agent!" That left seven legitimate ones, and, like, Target was looking for managers, as was The Dollar Tree stores (payday loans? really?), and PetSmart. I still gave them all my resume.
The only legitimate contact I had was with a local non-profit, which had had the same freakin' job up on its job board for three months, a perfect fit for my skillset, and yet no action. I asked about it and the woman said, "Well, that just means the manager isn't really under any pressure to fill the position, so although he asked for the job listing he hasn't moved on any of the resumes he's gotten. But I'll make sure your resume gets sent to our IT guy, just to make sure." And she took it, and I'll send her a thank-you not tomorrow.
To make matters worse, after this I stopped by a local Starbucks and ran into an unnamed executive from a former, unnamed employer who had been forced out of his position due to a financial scandal that made former unnamed employer look bad to Wall Street and beat the hell out of stock I had. I felt like some glad-handing politician shaking his hand and talking up old times. It would seem he's doing well. We exchanged cards. He was talking with some startup junkie about a new web-based venture, and said startup junkie gave me great advice about where to look for job openings in the area.
I was so depressed after that.
On the way home I bought razor blades.
What a goddamned waste of my fucking time. There were exactly 19 open booths. Three of them offered job training, four of them were for recruiters, and five of them were for people seeking "franchisees" or "affiliates": "We'll set you up as an independent financial advisor / sales manager / tutor / real estate agent!" That left seven legitimate ones, and, like, Target was looking for managers, as was The Dollar Tree stores (payday loans? really?), and PetSmart. I still gave them all my resume.
The only legitimate contact I had was with a local non-profit, which had had the same freakin' job up on its job board for three months, a perfect fit for my skillset, and yet no action. I asked about it and the woman said, "Well, that just means the manager isn't really under any pressure to fill the position, so although he asked for the job listing he hasn't moved on any of the resumes he's gotten. But I'll make sure your resume gets sent to our IT guy, just to make sure." And she took it, and I'll send her a thank-you not tomorrow.
To make matters worse, after this I stopped by a local Starbucks and ran into an unnamed executive from a former, unnamed employer who had been forced out of his position due to a financial scandal that made former unnamed employer look bad to Wall Street and beat the hell out of stock I had. I felt like some glad-handing politician shaking his hand and talking up old times. It would seem he's doing well. We exchanged cards. He was talking with some startup junkie about a new web-based venture, and said startup junkie gave me great advice about where to look for job openings in the area.
I was so depressed after that.
On the way home I bought razor blades.
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Date: 2009-07-23 07:53 am (UTC)