The power of networking,
Realizing that the employers have probably blocked my E-mail I tried a new approach on the employment market this week. I tried the power of networking. Supposedly this is the major route to jobs and with my E-mail blocked, why not?
The first place I tried this on was the Ivy:s staff party this Monday.To get in you had to get a bracelet which was not that easy to get since noone really knows who I am over there...After some attempts I actually managed to get my department bracelet and get in.
The nice thing this evening was that all the staff got different bracelets so I could easily detect who was a hiring manager. This is indeed a good thing when you trying to suck up to people to get a job. After some not really successful attempts I actually managed to find a manager that told me to come by the day after to discuss my career opportunities.
Among other things to mention is:
- I were not even remotely close to getting some
- Some people asked where I had been the last month indicating that they somehow recognized me, this was kind of awkward since I had no idea who they were
- The Australian eqvivalent of the Sharia religious police, The RSL marshall, told me at 9 pm that my alcohol consumption was over otherwise I risked getting kicked out. After 30 boring minutes of water drinking I managed to find a mask (some people were wearing costumes) and as the masked man the open and free bar was open and free again until closing time.
On the Tuesday after sobering up, I went to the Ivy office to improve my career opportunities. Apparently it was not a good idea to go to the reception and claim that someone told me to come by to discuss my career opportunities. It's always better if you actually know who you are supposed to meet, but then again who remembers the name of random people when it's a open bar? Fortunately the receptionist gave me an E-mail address to get rid of me. which was better than nothing.
On the Thursday I went for an interview due to the receptionist apparently giving me the right address.
An interview for the position as the barback, The barback is the guy who is not dealing with the customers, but simply go down to the warehouse in the basement to fill up the bars, hardly the most qualified job in the hospitality industry. Anyway since it was a group interview I got completely puzzled when I heard the motivation the other guys gave to why the should the job:
Guy 1: Well I am the bar manager for a famous venue in North Sydney but I would prefer to work as barback at the Ivy
Guy 1: Well I am the bar manager for a famous venue in North Sydney but I would prefer to work as barback at the Ivy
Guy 2: I work as some kind of electrical engineer in Brisbane and I have been a bar manager in Europe before so I think I am qualified for this.
Needless to say I had not nearly as fancy reason to why they should hire me, which logically should make me the best applicant. Because the other guys were obviously lying their asses off, and if they were not they must have completely snapped. People who lie there asses off or is mentally instable is needless to say not the right people to choose for a responsible HR associate.
Moving on to tonights events. I had supposedly found a woman who wanted to play lasertag with me. But since she went to the wrong venue (Strike Darling Harbour instead of Strike Entertainment Quarter) this great pleasure was taken away from me. Instead I ended in some kind of strange couple activity hanging out with the womans friend and the hookup of the friend as well. The friend of the woman had apparently managed to get a good job with a dodgy degree from Europe. Since I am looking for a company which gives good jobs to people with dodgy degrees from Europe this was definitely a opportunity for some networking!
I managed to get number, and like a lottery ticket this can be golden until the actual drawing when you realise it was another $12 down the gutter.
As I am updating my blog at 2 am I obviously did not get laid by the way (Or it's not obvious from the time stamp but rather from the fact that I have not mentioned anything about it) My innate ability to offend woman sadly came to life this night as well in the most strangest of ways. Somehow I managed to get into the minefield weight (why is it even a sensitive matter? My weight varies between 87-95 kg and I would not get offended if someone asked me) Apparently guessing that someone weighs 60 kilos is always offensive since, this is apparently more than the average weight of a woman (Unverified, not my statement) Furthermore this guess is offensive even if the subject is really tall.
Who would have known?
// Mastern
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