I was beginning to feel I’d been put out to pasture, like the fellows (and fellowesses) in the photo below, taken a stone’s throw from the new Chez Denness in Hampshire. The job market is tough. I think I’ve mentioned it before, with a slightly bitter tone. It’s like being back in Thatcher’s Britain, where gritty dramas like Boys from the Blackstuff painted a dismal, dreary picture of England and gave the British English language a new phrase ‘Gis a job‘. Which still endures, and is, I’m sure, increasing in usage. Still Yosser Hughes did at least portray Scousers in a better light than Harry Enfield. His ‘job seeking’ trio did touch on very relevant social and economic matters, albeit in a more comedic fashion.
But jobs can be like buses. None for ages, then three at once. I had two offers today, with a third (very promising) interview lined up for Thursday. But no need for a day out on Thursday now. I accepted the second of the two offers. Insurance telesales doesn’t sound terribly glamorous, I know. It probably isn’t. But I’ve checked out the company online and spent time in their offices, and liked what I saw. The basic rate is pretty reasonable. The potential commission looks very good. The best of the bunch, in fact. There’s five weeks of training thrown in as well, which convinced me that the company are thinking as long term as I. The shifts and benefits are great. Progression is possible. It’s an office based environment too, which is preferable to retail.
I’m sure I’m capable of more. I have applied for plenty of jobs where companies are currently employing people less capable than myself. But as I thought, and as has been confirmed, my Mexican adventure is a negatively viewed black hole on my CV. Such is life. At least todays duo saw it differently. The one I selected won’t, I sincerely hope, be disappointed with their choice. I’m looking forward to starting in thirteen days time, and have my fingers crossed that nothing goes wrong. There’s no reason for anything to go wrong, but when you need a job so desperately, and when you’ve got a job you want….well, you cross your fingers anyway.
Hopefully this is the end of my job search. It is, incidentally, Day 40 of my hunt for employment. I’ve lost count of the number of jobs I’ve applied for. I keep saying ‘hundreds’. Perhaps one hundred is a pretty accurate figure. Half of those were perhaps unrealistic. I got one two telephone interviews from that, two face to face interviews and one assessment. Looking up the average figures for a job seeker on the internet, it appears ‘They spend 4.5months presently on a job search, applying for over 50 jobs, to get 8 telephone interviews, 3 physical job interviews and 1 resultant job offer. The best job seekers applied for less than 10 jobs, got at least 5 jobs interviews, and 3 job offers; they only spent 4 weeks job searching, and got paid on average 15% more. (Source).
So perhaps I didn’t do too badly. Above average, if not the best. I’d like to think I am least ‘above average’. I’ll carry on trying to be the best.