A Far Fetched Resolution

I’ll tell you what happens with impossible promises. You start with far-fetched resolutions. They are then pickled into a rigid dogma, a code, you go through the years sticking to that, out-dated, misplaced, irrelevant to the real needs, and you end up in the grotesque chaos of a Labour council, a Labour council hiring taxis to scuttle round the city handing out redundancy notices to its own workers. I’ll tell you.. You can’t play politics with people’s jobs and with people’s services.

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Small talk

Job interview yesterday. Went well. Lots of smiling and nodding from the assembled panel which I interpreted as a good sign. But then I think they probably smile and nod at everyone, since it's rude not to.

Hearing monday whether I got the job or not. Here's hoping. It would be a really exciting opportunity and the attractions of mooching round the house and filling in job applications are beginning to pale. I also got the feeling from the interview that a lot of the people I'd be working with would be really good fun too - some pretty on the ball people but none of this macho-competetiveness you get in stereotypical "high-flying" environments where everyone spends their time high-flying up their own backsides rather than working together to get stuff done.

Anyway, if I did get the job it would threaten some of the political content of afarfetchedresolution.com as it's a position where mouthing off about the issues of the day is frowned upon. So we'll see. Most of the people (person) who read afafetchedresolution moan that I spend far too much time sticking it to Cameron anyway.

A few observations on the interveiw:

1. The small talk with the other people who turn up to the job interview is hilarious. There are those who clearly know nothing about the job and are there on the basis of a whizzy CV but are blatantly going to be found out in the interview. There are those who know the ins and outs of everything and think that's going to clinch them it, and are very keen for you to know that. And then there's little old me who managed to spill water all over the table in the waiting room and was busily mopping it up with toilet paper when they came to get me for the interview.

2. The fact that they are supposed to ask all of the candidates several of the same questions and that I was second to last to be seen meant that there was a sort of production-line feel which I tried to break by cracking a few jokes. About bins. And the private finance initiative. Don't knock it - they laughed.

3. Aptitude tests and other "objective" skill tests could only be better on average at identifying the right "skill-sets" if the people who appoint are incapable of normal social interaction and reasoned thought. They are clearly designed for the kind of person who would phone in a radio show specifically to say they agreed with the previous caller.

1 Comments:

  • At 10:39 am, Blogger Lola said…

    This particular person is more keen on the cat, monkey and wine posts anyway.

     

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