QUOTE (moonlight @ Mar 20 2008, 11:54 AM)

I am STILL working...in 3 weeks i will have 6 months in at my job.I am so thankful that i got a job,it has really been a big help to me mentally.I don't make much money at all but for me it's not about the money anyway.What i like most is while i'm at work i'm concentrating on the work and everything else is on the back burner.It also gives me a sense of purpose and makes me feel worthwhile.
Such an enthralling thread. I've been out looking myself, for employment, after 24+ years as a SAHM. And no luck.
Like someone else on here had pointed out, I need the money, but it's not just about the money. It's about needing a purpose, it's about feeling like you count, it's about the distraction from the everyday problems at home.
And like somebody else pointed out about the process for a cashier position. I had been thinking the same thing. I had an interview here locally with a big box store, home improvement national chain. You'd of thought I was interviewing for the CIA. It was so beyond ridiculous and over-kill. Do the people that make these decisions to be so absolutely beyond through, do they do so because they stay awake at night justifying THEIR existence in THEIR positions with the company? Stupid questions like the other poster pointed out "is it okay to steal?". Or my other favorite, which obviously has no correct answer "you have a family member you know to be stealing from their employer, would you turn them in?". And a "yes" or "no" as your choices for answers.
I went on this interview with this big box national chain store, and I couldn't believe the lack of professionalism. I wanted so badly just to get up and walk out. The woman who called to offer me an appointment for an interview, told me what time to be there (this after she seemed unclear in the first phone call as to what time to assign me, and told me she'd call me back in a moment, she didn't - she called me back 4 1/2 hours later). She told me what time/date to be there, said she'd see me then. I thanked her, hung up. Went to the store on such and such date and time, and she was off for the day. She hadn't told me she wouldn't be the one to interview me, that she'd be off for the day. Their customer service dept. then sent me to the back of this huge store, to what's I guess, a training room, told me that Dwayne would interview me. I don't know who the heck Dwayne is, never talked to him. But off I went, to go find somebody named Dwayne. Got there, to this training room, or what appeared to be a training room, and off in a cubby of an office to the side was this guy I assume to be Dwayne. He didn't welcome me, he didn't acknowledge that I'd entered the room, nothing. So I walked over, knocked on his doorframe to announce my presence and why I was there. He barely looked up from what he was doing and said "I'll be with you in a moment". I took a seat. It took him about 20 mins. to come out of his cubby, as I sat there unattended (mind you I showed up ON TIME, to have been interviewed, I thought, by the woman who called me on the phone earlier in the week). Finally he came out, asked me if I'd done the secondary survey on the kiosk at the front of the store. Told him no I hadn't. He sent me back to the front of the store to do so. Told me to come back when I finished. Did that. Came back, his office was locked, nobody there, no note, nothing. Took a seat, hoping, not really knowing, I guess he'll be back, or somebody will, who knows. Eventually some other guy walked in, and asked me if I was there for an interview. Told him I was. He asked if I'd filled out the bubble sheet. No. Didn't know anything about a bubble sheet. He handed me that, and told me that should've been done before the secondary survey at the front of the store, on the kiosk. Did the bubble sheet. That's where it asked stupid questions like if I would turn in a family member I knew to be stealing from an employer. Or, if ............ another favorite "have you ever stolen anything from any employer?". Yes or No, your choices. Only to then, go a few questions more down the page, and be asked "the items you have stolen from an employer, were they less than $5, more than $5?". WTH!!!!!!!!!! I had already checked "no", that I haven't ever stolen from an employer, now they ask you a question that assumes you steal from employers and give you the choice of more than or less than $5 worth of goods.
This was all so beyond ridiculous.
Filled out the bubble sheet, and by that time, the original fellow had returned and unlocked his little cubby office and was sitting in there. I got up, and walked over, again, knocked on his door frame, and told him I was finished with the bubble sheet. He said he'd be with me in a moment. Waited, again, another 15 or 20 mins., for him to finish his paperwork and come retrieve my bubble sheet. He simply came and took it, said nothing, (wouldn't it have been better for him to explain a little of the process of why I am sitting endlessly here, the original interviewer not there for the day, what the process might be, etc.), said nothing, took it and walked away. I sat there, wondering, am I supposed to leave now, am I supposed to wait, what, I dunno. He did come back out in a moment and said that someone would be with me shortly.
In a bit another fellow came in, took me to his office to interview me. There, that guy, just went down the littany of questions they had for me, all the while writing what I had to say I suppose, never looked up and engaged, in a face-to-face, give and take conversational type tone. Just kept writing, asking questions, I don't think he even saw me, at all.
It became pretty obvious, pretty quickly that this was a situation whereby they were looking for a cashier with "EXPERIENCE". I don't have any cashiering experience. But as someone else said, how do you get experience if they won't hire you?.
So many times, in all that un-professionalism, I wanted to just get up and walk out, literally. Why would I want to stay there and wait out an interview with these folks, where the left hand obviously doesn't know what the right is doing. But I stayed.
I did get a note in the mail a few days later that they unfortunately don't have any positons for me at this time. No big surprise.
Went on another interview the other day (again, no experience in this field), a group interview for a bank teller (part-time) position. Can you believe they did this. I understand the premise, bank tellers these days, are expected to "sell" the banks products, home equity lines of credit, no interest credit cards, etc., etc. When you go to a bank teller these days, usually they try to "sell" you some other product the bank sells. Selling, not something I'm particularly comfortable with, but figure that if I'm properly trained, and knowledgeable as to the product line, I can sure try. So I went on an interview for a part-time teller position. It was a group interview. Much took place as the interviewer (very professonal, very personable) told us of the job, expectations, etc. But towards the end, she walked around w/a grab bag. Each candidate had to reach into the bag and pull out an item, a random item. It was then explained to the group that they were to stand in front of all the candidates and "sell" the item they'd grabbed from the grab bag.
What was mine? A coat hangar.
I had to try to stand in front of the group of about 10 or so, and try to sell, of all things, a coat hangar. The guy next to me, had to sell a koozie, the girl next to him, a teddy bear, the girl on the other side of me, a motion detector, the girl on the other side of her, a television remote. Just a myriad of things they had in the grab bag. And each candidate had to stand in front of the group and "sell" the item they'd grabbed.
MOST uncomfortable!!!!!!!!!!!!
And again, I'm thinking to myself, "c'mon people, this is a $10/hour part-time frickin bank teller job, if I wanted to be a sales person, I would go find a job doing just that, and likely make a helluva lot more than $10/hour at 4 hours per day, you've got to be kidding me"
So demeaning.
As yet, haven't heard back on the bank teller job. But don't even really care.
I'm having a helluva hard time finding a job. And I keep telling myself (but maybe I'm not facing reality), that I'm competing, me, this middle aged lady, who hasn't formally worked outside the home in almost a quarter of a century, that I'm competing against young folks just out of college, and even they can't find a job (you read it everyday in the papers), competing against people who HAVE experience in bank telling, cashiering, etc., I do not. I keep telling myself that, but maybe the reality is that my day has come and gone, and I am unemployable. I haven't worked in so long, that employers just look at me and pass. I don't know. Hard not to beat ones self up.