Monday, June 11, 2007

Recruitment

Recruitment, its a BoS (Bag of Shite). Do organisations not realise that I know the bullshit they want me to spew? And when I'm feeding their preverted souls during the interview, I can see their inner selves squealing with joy. It's disgusting.
I feel dirty after I finish an interview, as if I have sinned against my body.

From my experience corporate pimps work like this:

The pimp: Tell me what I want to hear.
The whore: I tell them.
The pimp: Use "common" sense in the group exercises.
The whore: I do.
The pimp: Be my bitch (an offer).
The whore: OK.

For example:

Q. Why do you want to work in "insert service line/department here" ?

What I think:
I honestly, couldn't give a flying fuck. You have a reputation as a pimp and the title sounds exotic enough to wow my friends at GS, Accenture and all the other pimp houses.

What I say:
I want to analyse businesses, hoping to recommend ways to increase profit.

The HR ladies begin to lactate profusely when I spew this garbage. A manager knows it's bullshit, I know it's bullshit; but there is an approving smile and nod.


Q. Can you give me a time when .... ?

What I think:
OH FUCK. Whatever I say is bullshit. You don't care, I don't care. A Solo expedition to Mount Everest has no significance in my ability to bend over and be (legally) analy raped.

What I say:
Too much bullshit to even write. But I'm sure you're familiar with the bullshit

By this point, there is so much milk I could feed all the starving babies in a small African country.

 

 

 

 

 

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