Covering Letters 2

Day 2.

Ok so today’s is an exercise in researching your employer and keeping it personal.

 

On to COVERING LETTERS THREE?

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Covering Letters 1

Hello Reader.  It looks like the Summer is nearly over doesn’t it?  Goodbye Summer!  And as Autumn closes his papery hand around us I think we should take a look at covering letters.  Why the hell not?

Over the next few days I’m going to be sharing with you a few different approaches to the cover letter.  One a day, lets say.

Here’s today’s:  I read on the Guardian Careers website only yesterday that a good covering letter should be composed as if it were a love letter where you, the applicant, are pleading to hold the employers hand or kiss him on the lips or ask him tenderly to pull down his trousers (substitute ‘her’ as appropriate).  A nice idea I thought.  One with enviable legs.

 

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Twelve

Applications to graduate schemes have been invariably unsuccessful.

I think it is time for a change of tact.

I’ve been mulling over changes to the CV since the Dannii episode and have received droves of advice over the course of this process – keep the CV to two pages, don’t fucking swear, be less personal and forthright and so on.  But the most monumental of advice came from Louise, who I exchanged emails with back in July.  In the following email, where Louise refers to the mime email, I do not know what she is talking about.


The new CV can be found on ‘the CV’ tab above.

I’ll be reporting back next week to let you know if it fares any better with the prospective employers.

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Eleven

There’s not a great deal going on at the moment so in an attempt to keep you interested I’m going to show you an old one that was so silly that I didn’t think it fit for consumption.  Bear this in mind.

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Sometimes I’ll apply for a job on the name of the job alone.  In this case, for example, I liked the equation.

Sounds FUN doesn’t it?  I applied.  I’m very fast at applying now.  I think I can apply for a job as fast as a recruiter can cut-and-paste a rejection email together.  And that is FAST.  I got the inevitable email back:

I had an interview!

Now I’ve been told that it is best to research the company that you are about to work for before you begin working for them:  WMST Ltd is a “leading below-the-line direct marketing specialist”.  I do not know what that means.  I imagine ‘below the line’ is akin to ‘below the belt’ and that such a marketing strategy must be fuelled on the phrase ‘fuck’em where they live’ or a somesuch.  They have a nice blue world for their logo that exaggerates the size of Africa:   I thought about whether I could conscionably sell For Him Magazine.  I thought about whether Kirsten had actually read the cv.  I thought about Danniii.  I thought about whether I could work for a company that exaggerated the size of Africa.  I thought about whether a day trip to Reading might not break up the week a little bit:

Now before you say anything I felt so bad about the whole homosexual jibe and so uncomfortable about sharing it that I started counting all my gay friends on facebook* – in the classically fallacious ‘some of my best friends are…’ argument –  to be wheeled OUT in case of trial (I’ve got gay friends, haven’t I Pete?  Though having said that Pete when I invited myself round to dinner at your house in an attempt to push our friendship beyond the boundaries of the workplace you claimed that you never entertained at your house when I know that you’ve had Adam and Rob round for dinner and I know you make a mean slow-roasted pork because you’re always talking about it – why can’t I come round Pete?).

I knew this – the listing of gay people I know – would never be enough.  A gesture was called for:

Not that I think I can buy an slur from the internet, no sir, but because it was the right thing to do.

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*out of 293 friends on facebook 31 (10.58%) are confirmed homosexuals whilst a further 11 are suspected.  Note that even ignoring the suspected cases I’m  averaging (just) above the much vaunted 1/10.

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POSTSCRIPT

THERE WAS NO INTERVIEW

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Ten


In a change from the rather trying tone of earnestness that has pervaded the last few posts and as relief from a day or two of hunting,  here are three emails.

I am beginning to suspect that nobody counts you as a real-life graduate five years after the fact.

Humph.

On to Eleven?

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Nine

Neil hasn’t got back to me. Bradford Outsources’ phones are unmanned.  I fear the worst.

The Worst:

The Bradford Outsource interview – Angelica, Sleepy Monobrow, Smirky Bentmouth, Neil, the whole gang – was a distraction devised by some bawdy prince-charming bent on taking Mother to a wine-tasting session and walking her respectfully to her door.

I kid.  But Neil was so encouraging and nice that I wondered if I hadn’t maybe been given a break. Some trues:

True: I didn’t know what the job was.

True: it turns out that Bradford Outsource have a truly terrible reputation.

You know you’re on boggy ground when Google suggests ‘scam’ as the word most associated with your company.  Apparently their ‘scam’ is to trick graduates, poor worldless graduates, into door to door sales.  Can you imagine?  Are Graduate schemes all D2D scams?  What does a real one look like?  I imagine frosted glass acclimatisation booths where graduates sit blinking at the light, sucking lungfuls of oxygen from a mask and watching in disbelief as everyone bustles about the office.  “No-one is reading Ulysses”, they say to themselves, “OH FUCK NO-ONE IS READING ULYSSES”.

Not so.

According to graduatescheme.com they are ‘quite popular with the students’ and ‘one can choose to work with IBM or joint the HM prison’s service scheme’.   I hope I was applying for IBM, it’d be the ‘Julie’ debacle all over again at an HMP.  Are they perhaps for me, graduate schemes?

In order to meditate more deeply on this and any other prospects that remain viable (and to get out of the house) I attended a careers-meeting with a wonderful woman called Esther.  Wonderful Esther’d been handed the CV and had seen through the misanthropy and the self-regard to the scared little boy that I am.  She offered to swaddle me in her considerable bosom.  I was all for it.  We set up an illegal careers meeting.  Not illegal because we were learning about how to park on double yellows for a living, illegal because I’d never studied at the university the careers office belonged to and so was in no way entitled to Esther’s time.  It was very nice of her to give it to me and THANKS  ESTHER.

The last time I considered careers in a formal setting I was locked in a room with a computer.  The computer asked innocent seeming questions about what I liked doing and I spent the whole time trying to find a set of answers that didn’t consign a boy to a lifetime of landscape gardening.

The meeting with Esther was considerably less lonely but fell foul of the set-the-goal-pursue-the-goal school of thought that looms large in all enterprises that wrestle with large groups of people who are expected to exercise a sense of autonomy.  Esther was very gentle about the whole thing, made sure I knew that I didn’t have to set a goal if I didn’t feel I was ready, that the goals were entirely up to me and could be whatever the hell I wanted them to be.  But, true to her training, lovely Esther is from the goal-school and she bent everything we talked about in that direction.  This being my experience at the Job Centre and the Future Jobs Fund and now the careers office.  I suppose there is a chance that these institutions are right about the whole thing.  It is healthy to entertain the possibility, however slight, that they know better than me.  What other method can encompass all hopes and dreams so simply? How else are we going to measure our successes?

But and BUT I wouldn’t be a responsible guardian if I pretended I was happy exposing my cherished hopes and dreams to such an old whore of a solution.  Some I don’t know that I could admit to without first making 100% sure the straps of the straight-jacket were secure.  Some I’m happy to exchange.  This one for example: I’d rather like to arrest my slide into the yawning maw of minimum wage jobs foreverandeverandever.  That counts as a GOAL right?  Do we have a METHOD?  Piss about on the internet?  Current Result: nada.  A graduate scheme then? Perhaps a man could work at a graduate scheme with a measure of dignity.

Technically you’re still a graduate five years after the fact.  You’ve a shorter shelf life and you’ve been exposed to the business end of work, probably, and the chances are unless you’re a saint you’re might be a bit jaded and the moisturiser that you’re embarrassed to buy in the first place isn’t doing jack shit to stop your face sliding off your face.  But you’re a graduate, and that’s what counts.

What sets a graduate apart from the rest? Lets have a look:

Things I Learned at University

That vinyl sounds better than CD.  That just because you feel compelled to tell a girl that you ‘love’ her doesn’t mean that you ‘love’ her, if by ‘love’ you mean that you want to introduce her to your parents.  That not many people eat well.  That the 90% of philosophy that is abstracted philosophy is 100% masturbatory.  That masturbating is something you do more of when you are sad.  That if you try to infuse a look with the depthless love you think you feel for a person, that person will say that you are ‘looking at them weird’.  What drugs feel like.  That the one mood that you most closely identify with yourself is rarely attainable and that, regretfully, every mood is ‘you’.  That worrying about whether or not something is ‘just my opinion’ is reductive and boring and a species of passive aggression.  That there are some girls that you don’t want to have sex with.  That autumn is the season that most mirrors the mind.

Not the most useful lessons for the workplace.  What about the natural sense of superiority that a university education infuses you with?  I used to work with a fellow called Matthew Took (Burnley bred/strong of arm/thick of head) who took my degree as a personal insult.  He thought I thought I was better than him because of it.  I didn’t.  I thought I was better than him because I wasn’t racist. He could sing like a choir boy, that man.  Absolute nightmare.  But the old idea that the degree raises you above the common man survives.

Simon rejected my application to be a warehouse shift manager. I asked him why.

Disgusting idea isn’t it?  Let’s abandon that one.

A graduate scheme success story: my friend Leonard is an English graduate who went on a graduate scheme and became a successful accountant – the English degree considered a boon by his company, the mark of a ‘rounded individual’ -the ‘analysis, communication and literacy skills gained from a humanities degree [the thing] that sets you apart from the rest’.  Leo is not a drone or deeply compromised in a way I can tell and now has a measure of both financial and career freedom.  I envy him it.

There seems to be a coming-to-a-point in my friend’s lives where they ‘wise’ up and stop fucking around.  Sometimes it passes you by because it isn’t fun and maybe they’re revealing the final scorecards on an episode of Come Dine With Me you can’t work out if you’ve seen before or not, but these points decide lives**.  You and I, conspirators, we might call it compromise so that we can file it under phony and not have to think about whether or not we’ll ever do it.

I think Leonard is wise.  And that half the problem, my problem, the problem I hope a lot of us have since there’s safety in numbers, is not being able to bear the difference between the real world and the world of books or films or television or the imagination where life breezes by and any work anyone is doing is squarely off-camera, sort of in the way that the most grizzly & terrifying murders happen off-camera.  Too horrible to look at.  Or where untapped potential remains potentially bottomless and the thought that it possibly could be bottomless is addictive and comforting.

Sometimes we might pretend The-World-of-Work has exclusive rights to the problem of our career and the problem it lives in the language they use and the way human lives are moved about like pawns.  tWoW certainly has a bad name but it isn’t to blame for fecklessness or lack of courage.

None but a few nuts love accountancy.  I could not love it.  I could not love the other jobs but I did them.  I thought they asked nothing of me.  It’s the temptation – to do something that asks nothing of you lest something is taken away that you didn’t want taken.  When, after ten years at work, I got on top of the fact that these jobs were taking something from me then I reacted like you would if you woke up covered in leeches. And I woke up poor.

I’m going to go and apply for some graduate schemes before I run out of cigarettes.

* Bradford Outsource rather playfully suggest in the job description that D2D might be the primary function of graduates:: with a “consumer-focused approach” you will “take the first step”, on your regular “channels of distribution”.

**Not the Come Dine With Me points, I should add.

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CV Building Workshop No.2

Monster got back to me in monstrously quick time about the AWUYCV article

Question 1. Who is this aimed at?

Expected answer:  No-one, idiots.

Actual answer:  “These articles are aimed at job seekers like yourself to try and improve their CV and become more visible to the employers that use Monster as a means of finding suitable candidates for their available roles.”

Question 2. Couldn’t you have used nicer colours?

Expected answer:  Certainly

Actual Answer:  ” The colours used on these pages are used for their clarity in what message Monster is trying to get across to the job seekers”

And finally,

Question 3: Where did you hear these sentences?

Expected Answer:  On the train back to London

Actual Answer: “ These particular sentences have been selected based on the number of years Monster has been active as a job board and feedback from our clients on what they are looking for when searching for appropriate candidates.”

Wow.  I was way off.  Also notice how Monster have made the answers SO BORING that you can’t bear to read them more than once.

A classic defence.

Anyway:

Awesome Words to Put on Your CV A-Z skipping-the-harder-letter​s Slideshow Pt.2/2

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The thing is available in toto on the tabs by the CV.

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