Interviews, interviews. Yes I'm out of a job and busily sending my CV off to potential employers. I wonder, where did this practise originate? Did people in the 14th century have a scribe write their work experience on a piece of vellum, then seal it with some wax and send it to the Royal Court in the hope of finding work as a bathroom attendant? Did ancient Egyptian architects send the Pharoh a papyrus with hieroglyphs describing their latest tomb design? If this person is alive can we put them on trial?
Monday, February 1, 2010
The Spartan's CV
I recently came to realize that I don't need to recount how I started work in computing twenty years ago and that achievements I regard as important just may not interest anyone any more - like getting my A-levels in England 15 months after return from ten years in Israel. That was an awfully long time ago.
So I've created a Spartan CV containing just the last ten years of my work activity and sent it out and things have improved, which is to say that I am now being invited for interviews. But what should I wear?
I still have the same outfit for doing interviews I had ten years ago, and the Pierre Cardin trousers which looked quite stylish now deliver a strong has-been message. Fortunately my Oliver Peoples glasses have gone from being glasses made by an unknown designer to glasses made by a designer who was recently where its at. So they are only a couple of years out of date. The soles of my beautiful Timberland office shoes have simply disintegrated: I guess the rubber couldn't stand being in cupboards for so long. So I'm putting together new outfits, a bit at a time as more of my old wardrobes fall apart.
The other problem is that the interviewers look like children. I feel that I should really be preparing their lunch and giving them a quick tap on the back as I send them out to university. Its hard not to tell them what to do or to say things like "Wow! you're so clever! You're doing a really good job". Mostly I'm about the same age as the CEO, but even that tends to be uncertain and I try to remember to shave before I go for a job interview because my white hair is largely in my beard and then I won't look quite so old.
My job interviews start with me being invited to make myself a cup of coffee - I'm no longer important enough for the secretary to do it - and then we go and hunt for a room. Somehow the children interviewing me have never pre-arranged an interview room and lack their own office. Then they say "but you seem a bit over-qualified". So I sigh internally and say yes... but I am reinventing myself for a new generation and want to work on the internet...
Will I manage? Necessity usually does a good job at mothering my inventions but who knows how long it will take. I assume that at some point the right thing will turn up but will it happen before I go bankrupt?
In the mean time I keep chasing my tail and hoping that the white shirt I have worn to too many interviews doesn't join the many other items I have been forced to reinvent.
Oh by the way if you're looking for a technical writer...