When we last left Job Boy, things had gone from bad to worse. His job search had been discovered by The Boss, and it was clear that his days at the office were numbered. Job Boy packed up the picture of his family and the catalog that featured the HD flat screen TV he’d once dreamed of owning. It had all happened so fast. They brought in a replacement, a plucky young go-getter straight out of school, and sent Job Boy on his way. Well, they did ask him to stay on to train his replacement, but that didn’t sound too appealing.
“You’d really be doing us a solid, Big P,” The Boss had said, but Job Boy declined.His personal belongings in a small cardboard box, Job Boy walked out of the office for the last time. He was worried, but optimistic. He’d landed an interview with a company that just might be the right match. At least he thought it sounded that way. After all, his Plan B search on the Big Boards had led to a variety of posts that weren’t quite clear on the companies or positions involved.
At first, Job Boy thought the Big Boards may have unleashed a ray of some kind that left him unable to fully comprehend the things he read, but when he checked with his intrepid reporter friend, she told him this was a common feeling among job candidates. She said that like the classifieds of old, many Big Board postings were pretty vague:
”They may offer little or no description of the job, working conditions, or pay. Some ads do not identify the employer.” (From Careers Near Me)
Despite this, Job Boy felt good about his interview. He put on his best tie and the glasses he used to cover up his secret identity and made his way downtown. Once inside the office, things quickly turned ugly. Job Boy was ushered into a room where a panel of HR people waited. They stared at him as though he were wearing a clown wig or had something on his face. Finally, one forced a smile and started talking. Job Boy used his keen listening abilities to discern that the HR person was talking about the position. Only, something was wrong.
“Is something wrong?” The HR person asked, sensing Job Boy’s dismay.
“The posting. It said salaried position. And benefits.”
“Oh, yes,” The HR person said, “That can be a bit confusing. It’s a salaried position…but the salary is based on the number of hours you work, which could vary from week to week.”
Job Boy was stunned. He felt the room start to spin. Again, he’d found himself unprepared on the job search. He thought he heard the panel laughing at him. He was struggling to breathe. Without thinking, Job Boy leapt from his chair and flew out of the room.
When he returned home, his wife and child could see the pain on his face. They comforted him.
“What happened?” They asked.
He didn’t really know. It was like some interview horror story he’d read 1,000 times:
”Despite the fact that it is mentioned nowhere in the advert or the job description, through the interview discourse it became apparent that a “key requirement” (their words) of the role is the ability to be able to sometimes work 10 hours a week, and sometimes work 37 hours a week, in accordance with how much work there is. How much work is there? They don’t know, because this is a new role. I’m something of an expert in the field, and based on the job description I’d say it’s a full-time role. I’d also suggest (ho!) that they don’t want to pay for a full-timer because they’d rather fudge the issue and save money by using time off in lieu.” (From Another Day, Another Job Interview)
Job Boy collapsed on the chair in his office. He was in trouble. The Big Boards, The Boss, and the HR People had outmaneuvered him. As desperation swept over our fallen hero, the phone rang.
“Hello,” Job Boy said absently. The voice on the other line was quiet and unfamiliar.
“Corner of Hazel and Buena. There’s something you need to see…”
Join us next Friday for the final installment of The Adventures of Job Boy.
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