Don't you know its Christmas time?
Ok, so it's a myth that it's cheaper to walk to work than take you car. At least when there are shops on the way, and cute dresses to be purchased. Oh dear. I think that Marie Antoinette flick got to me. Now where is my pink cup cake...?
Bastard journalists on this continent driving me mad! I've shortlisted eight for the position we're offering, and I seem to be able to get through to four. The rest, including the one I'm very keen on, seem to have gone awol. Some don't include their mobiles on the CVs. Some don't seem to have them. Emails are always hotmail or yahoo, and thoroughly unreliable. Most don't seem to check their emails more than once a week. I mean, how can a journalist not be accessible?
I feel so cruel. First throwing peoples CVs away after not more than a glance after all their hard work... And then putting them through a long, sweaty test. But this place is in need of some serious CV workshops. I mean, 20 pages? Or the spelling errors. Or the placing of secondary school qualifications on the first page, and work experience on the last. And cover letter - somebody sent through a letter published in a newspaper as his 'cover letter'. I mean, jesus!
It's hard to be fair. I must say that I put a girl on the shortlist after she sent a sweet message saying that she was really keen on the post. Well, gives a good impression doesn't it?
I'll try to get down to three or so candidates who I will then interview, perhaps even flying them down to Cape Town for it.
And that's not the end of my problems. The black empowerment legislation down here is such that only South Africans qualify. So even if I get a Zimbabwean, that won't could for our BE compliance. Hard to put an international team together down here!
Almost december and sun is out all the time. It doesn't make sense to see gigs, clubs etc advertising for beach-side parties in mid-December. Who needs christmas anyway when it's 30 degrees and sunny? Not I, that is for sure... The swedes are getting together for a paarty instead, sans christmas ham and julmust.
Bastard journalists on this continent driving me mad! I've shortlisted eight for the position we're offering, and I seem to be able to get through to four. The rest, including the one I'm very keen on, seem to have gone awol. Some don't include their mobiles on the CVs. Some don't seem to have them. Emails are always hotmail or yahoo, and thoroughly unreliable. Most don't seem to check their emails more than once a week. I mean, how can a journalist not be accessible?
I feel so cruel. First throwing peoples CVs away after not more than a glance after all their hard work... And then putting them through a long, sweaty test. But this place is in need of some serious CV workshops. I mean, 20 pages? Or the spelling errors. Or the placing of secondary school qualifications on the first page, and work experience on the last. And cover letter - somebody sent through a letter published in a newspaper as his 'cover letter'. I mean, jesus!
It's hard to be fair. I must say that I put a girl on the shortlist after she sent a sweet message saying that she was really keen on the post. Well, gives a good impression doesn't it?
I'll try to get down to three or so candidates who I will then interview, perhaps even flying them down to Cape Town for it.
And that's not the end of my problems. The black empowerment legislation down here is such that only South Africans qualify. So even if I get a Zimbabwean, that won't could for our BE compliance. Hard to put an international team together down here!
Almost december and sun is out all the time. It doesn't make sense to see gigs, clubs etc advertising for beach-side parties in mid-December. Who needs christmas anyway when it's 30 degrees and sunny? Not I, that is for sure... The swedes are getting together for a paarty instead, sans christmas ham and julmust.
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