I was surprised when Offspring requested that I look through her application for temporary work. This is because I am the least qualified adult on the entire globe to be able to make a judgement on such matters, since my track record on achieving interviews, let alone the resulting positions, is virtually nil.
I do remember my first, halting steps into the world of work. My first position, whilst still a schoolgirl was as a Saturday girl working as a shop assistant in a toy shop, obtained for me by a friend who was well established there. The manager, a small, bald, bespectacled man was at a loss to know what to do with us, as we were in a constant state of excited hilarity, creeping downstairs from our lunch breaks to wind things up and set them off across the floor, or executing hopeless addition and calculation of change, or attempting to distract each other whilst serving-all very puerile and immature [which we were]. Eventually I was sacked.
I was able to obtain work easily as a college student, by being prepared to do [almost] anything at all, including cleaning the local hospital or packing soup powder, [a night shift, and more hilarity as we dysfunctional students were all put at machines together].
When the serious task of snatching a teaching post came up I had to scrub up and set off looking eager, trudging first to Croydon, where I did my best to appear confident and succeeded only in provoking the interviewer into asking me if I ‘really wanted the job’. Then to County Hall, London, where a representative of the Inner London Education Authority’s only question was ‘are you staying on for a fourth year?’ When I responded in the negative he said, ‘Right, we’ll put you down for Lambeth’. Job done. I was employed.
Later, as I moved through life and around the country my applications were never a resounding success and such interviews as I was able to get never went swimmingly.
No, all the teaching jobs I ever had were got from doing them already. I would do a casual day or two then get asked to stay on, then on for the rest of the term, then would I consider becoming a permanent member of staff. When I needed to move on the entire process would begin again, with my useless applications and my boundless talent for failing at interviews. The only successful interview of the latter years was for a temporary job, for which I had been, not only the solitary applicant but the sole interviewee. Of course my self esteem might have been a little dented had I failed-and sure enough, once I was doing the job I was offered the permanency.
So no, I am no expert on applications and interviews. But I comfort myself that I can’t be all that bad at working…can I?
Well, then perhaps you can go a bit easy on us young(er) ‘uns! I vividly remember applying for a terrible part-time car insurance call centre job in 2012 and I had to go through a telephone interview, followed by an actual interview and then a computer typing test followed by a telephone roleplay before I was given the post. And this for a job that was so awful the only way I could cope was to physically tally off the minutes of my life before I could go home again (300 tallies = my 5 hour shift)!
Yes-it is certainly true that I had no test for hospital cleaning-no one to trial me washing a bedpan or mopping a floor, so agreed…;)
My first interview ever – for a summer holiday job with my best friend at ‘The Italian Shop’. Only one question – ‘How old are you?’ ’15’ I lied. We both got the job. – Well I wasn’t going to let on that I was still 14 and miss out earning real money.
I suppose it was like that years ago! And that was our ‘work experience’ then! 😀