Hounding for Courtesy.
That’s what I title my nonexistent mini ebook about the realities of job-hunters.
It feels terrible, terrible I tell you, to have to harrass someone for a response … to have to write the same, or tweaked, email or make that same call and leave that same message over and over.
Turns me into the Hound and the Harasser — neither of which would be necessary if the people would respond!
The list is not short and crosses industries; from menial low-paying labor to professional positions.
The follow-up, at their end, is fall-through.
Recent examples, back to back (I assure this barely scratches the surface of Life in the Longterm Unemployed Lane, circa 2008 to ???):
There was one career opening up my alley.I dispatched a cover letter, on which I’d spent half a day polishing to perfection, that’s neither here nor there, resume and samples.
I followed up with short emails through the weeks. Once. Twice. Thrice. Finally after the fourth, they responded along the lines of: “Your experience is impressive. However, it doesn’t quite meet our needs. We have other candidates we’re looking at. Good luck in your search.”
Same thing with another recent opening – one for which I’m highly qualified. Never mind that I applied repeatedly in my first 1-1/2 months in Denver.
Got nada. Zip. Until an email outta the blue. I was overjoyed. Went up for stage I of their process.
Penned the thank you note and subsequent short follow-ups (keeping my interest and name alive) and queries. Silence. silence.
Another job: They called me based on my resume, left a voice mail saying they wanted to set up an interview.
Granted, it’s my crap lame jobs blue-collar resume which in the deepest core of my soul and spirit I wish to burn and never repeat.
Still, for what it’s worth, it’s a job. Morever, it’s courteous to respond (even if you’re not interested in the job or have found something else).
So I called Posh Maids back. Left a voice message. Didn’t hear back.
Called again the next morning. Another voice message.
With nothing to lose except possibly my patience, I penned an email to Posh Maids and articulated in polite, professional and direct language my experience with them and thoughts.
Do I expect to hear from them? Of course not. That’s not why I wrote them. I wrote them because their lack of response is unprofessional and reflects poorly on them as a business.
And I am fucking sick and tired of it! Way beyond capacity with the discourtesy, unprofessionalism, rudeness, thoughtlessness, poor manner, call it what you will, they all apply and in the end truly make one want to give up! Give up looking for work. Give up hoping someone out there will hear you. Give up on a response. Give up giving forth heart and effort and sincerity. Give up hope in the goodness and courtesy of people.
And on that red-letter day when the jackpot’s stuck, dialogue with an actual human being ensues, interviews are scheduled, handshakes exchanged and employment offers made …
… I dunno; hasn’t happened yet.