For the past 24 years my mother has told me I have had my head stuck in the clouds. It’s a notion I’ve come to accept and up until yesterday thought it was an endearing part of my charm. However, last Wednesday, as a guest on the Recruiting Animal Show, a radio program where professional job recruiters monitor and converse with each other, I was more or less told the same thing: I’m way out of my league in this world still.
After a mandatory and pitiful round of me butchering Bob Marley’s “Buffalo Soldier”, the show commenced. The format of the show is famous for being hyper-critical, which doesn’t bother me because I have a thick skin. However, hearing that “no job recruiter would want to hire me” really opened my eyes. For the past two years I have been searching for a job with a moderately entitled viewpoint, thinking that prospective employers would love me just as much as I love myself and consequently, would want to hire me. Animal showed me this was not the case.
<<< As far as we know, this is what Animal looks like. Thank God it wasn’t an in-person interview. I think getting yelled at by Pinocchio’s ugly older brother might have left me even more speechless than I already was.
To listen to the Animal eat me alive, click HERE.
I’ve worked, schmoozed, had cushy jobs that have brought in money, but could scarcely be called careers. Starting my morning off with professional people telling me the things I have been doing wrong was truly beneficial. Despite the criticism, I got some excellent tips and am motivated even more now to pursue a new project that perfectly blends my writing with my fledgling acting career. I will be starting a new blog which I will explain in more detail in coming posts, all thanks to The Recruiting Animal.
Unless people my age have desk jobs contributing to companies they are only somewhat passionate about (which scares the balls off of me), us youngsters have to make our own work; I see that now. It also means we have to work twice as hard to launch our work into meaningful airspace, so here’s hoping the old adage that nothing great happens without hard work is right.
God I hope so, otherwise I’ll have to end up accepting that terrifyingly dull entry-level insurance sales position at Aflac I keep getting emails about.