Category: Job Hunting

Don’t Let Them Dictate Your Looks!!!

Ever came across an employer who did not like the way you look?

I did! More than once!

Usually I did everything possible to please my bosses. In my case the culprit are my tattoos.

My arms, back, neck and chest are covered but I am still able to hide it under clothes.

When I worked for airports at the check-in and gates I had to wear long sleeved blouses and wear dark tights as I am also tattooed on one leg. I was happy to cover up as despite the bad payment I loved this job!

Every time I go for a job interview I make sure to wear long sleeves and have my hair open so you can’t really see anything.

For 8 months I worked for a very famous 5* hotel here in Scotland. During my induction week we were told, that visible tattoos are no problems as the hotel wants to loosen up.

But 4 months into my job I had several discussions with supervisors etc. about my neck tattoos. In the end the call came from high up, from a person who never even talked to me himself…. he wanted me banned to the back of house, out of guests view! Or to cover my tattoos with plasters. No guest ever said anything, but yes, of course I put a plaster all around my neck! Not that it is unhealthy…. or warm… or itchy….

Instead I cut off my hair so I could wear it without a hair bubble. Yes! That’s what I did. I CUT MY HAIR!!!

But you know what? I am sick of people reducing me to my tattoos!

So many people scream for equality, same wages, acceptance of all sexes, religions, colours, races and so much more.

Everyone wishes to live in a world where people respect each other, so why not tolerate people with more than one tattoo?

If heavily tattooed people keep on hiding their art, they will never get the desired position no matter how suitable they might be. No one will see beyond the colour. No one will see the talented the person.

So I am saying no and stand up for myself. I am a hard worker and if others can’t see that, than they are not the right fit!

Guess there will be a couple of trips to the tattoo shop very soon.

Franky

 

Moving to Dublin

In my last post I mentioned, that I moved to Dublin.

Well I received a job offer for a post in Dublin. If I wanted it, I would have to move within 2 weeks to Ireland.

Of course I wanted this job!!! So I quit my old job and since I was still on probation, they couldn’t say anything regarding my sudden notice! They basically bit their own arse by treating me this way and now being short of staff…

As I was saying… oh yes:

I quit my job, found myself a very expansive room, booked a one way flight and not even a week later I was gone.

The plan was that the whole family would relocate to Ireland as my husband had a job interview as well…

I started my new position and the job itself was okay, nothing special, but the wage and the package that came with it was very appealing.

But as for Dublin itself:

No offence, dear Dubliners and everyone who grew fond of Dublin, it is not for me!

My assumption was, that people who lived there are either very rich or very poor and that you would only go to Dublin for work. Work either to get richer or purely to try to survive.

I mean, I booked a room in a landlords house for €850,- per month! And though the landlords where lovely, their house was filthy! Toenails on the living room floor, kitchen tiles, floors and jalousie caked with fats, huge full ashtrays all over the place and 24/7 smoking in all rooms with closed windows. What a delight.

I was viewing other properties closer to my work location for €450,- per month but one of the rooms for example, was shared with 3 (!) other girls without a proper cupboard or opportunity to hang up your clothes…. Sheer madness!

And it seemed to me, that there where more foreigners in Dublin than Irish. And I didn’t like the city at all, there was not much nice architecture, not much greenery or maybe it is because I am spoiled by Edinburgh and it’s beauty.

Also, I was constantly on my own. Even during my lunch breaks as my two new lovely colleagues had other lunch schedules.

I have been living in Scotland for a year now and I love running here in the mountains…. I thought we could do much better, find a better job, better opportunities….

But the reality is, you have to loose something in order to realise how much you miss it.

In my case:

I just missed my family and Scotland.

So one morning when I was packing my things to move to another room, I thought:

I am constantly on my own, the people around me at work are so loud, I can barely concentrate, I hate all this tarmac and the hectic of this city, my children are crying after me, my husband missing me as well-

It’s not worth it! I quit!

So I phoned up my husband and said “how would you find it, if I just quit my job and come home?”

And that’s what I did! Without further hesitation I cancelled the new room, emailed my notice and booked the next flight back home.

Yes, we lost money and it was probably stupid to quit a job without having a new one but you know what?

You can’t buy happiness and where is the point dragging yourself to a job you don’t fully enjoy in an area you dislike so much?

But I needed to do this as otherwise I would have always asked myself ‘what if?’

I’d rather spend my time playing house wife, taking care of everyone and everything, but hey how, news, we need the money!

So I applied for some jobs and just wait and see what happens.

Franky

When your boss pisses on your leg…

My apologies for the bland statement, but that is exactly what has happened. Not literally though:

I don’t know if I have mentioned it before, but we where thinking in relocating. But I will get to this a bit later.

The story goes like this:

In my previous job we had our “probation chats” at 1, 6 and 12 weeks.

The first week was just how I feel basically, the 6 week talk was about how I can improve and the 12 week if I have improved and whether I passed the probation.

So I was asked into the office by my manager. She couldn’t praise me enough about how hard I am working, that I work on own account and how massively I have improved! So all was positiv!

And than she said, she heard that we want to relocate and I explained that this was just a thought, a thought that would involve Orkney island. And if you know Orkney island you also know that it is not very large and jobs, well good paid jobs are sparse. I also mentioned that I would like to be able to provide for my family incase of unforeseen circumstances…

So after that she says, she would like to extend my probation and if that was okay with me?!

“No, that is not okay”, was my answer! She looked very taken aback, I guess she didn’t expect me to disagree with her.

So I asked if it was because about us relocating and she vehemently denied it, saying that she wouldn’t be allowed to use that as it would be illegal.

So I asked her again for a reason and than she did THE FACE! The face she always does when she is caught lying to customers or grasping for excuses!

First she says that it happened before that I have left the cafe when customers came in… which is rubbish and I could give her a good reason why I might have left the shop! After that she says, that often I only focus on one task and forget everything around me. She tried to explain and explain and explain so I cut her short by saying

“So basically you want me to work on my multitasking skills?” And she was so relieved, she nearly shouted “yes”.

Excuse me? I am the queen of multitasking and even if that was not the case, that is no reason for extending my probation!!!

She went on that she really like my professional and privately and that she would hate to see me leave….she doesn’t want nor does she have the time to train someone new…. bla bla bla….

I can work very well with feedback, good and bad, but the crap from her?! No Missus! She was just annoyed that I don’t appreciated the job as much as she does, but that doesn’t mean, I didn’t do a good job!

From that moment my mind was up and the second I received another job offer, I was gone!

I am at a point where I think, that if you don’t appreciate my hard work, I just turn around and leave!

And it wasn’t only the fact, that she wanted to extend my probation, no, things like constantly working late though I was promised to only work late twice per week, never a full weekend off and always doing the same work despite the promise I would do lots of other things, placed a major factor in my decision as well!

So I quit! And I don’t regret it!

Oh you want to know about my new job? I moved to Dublin!

Read my next post if you are intrigued!

Franky

Orkney or Cork???

Last week I applied for at least 3 vacancies on beautiful Orkney island, mainland.

Yes I know, we just bought a house and I was lucky enough to finally find a job near where I live now….

If there wasn’t a BUT!

But, two things:

  1. There is not much more to achieve for me… I think… on the other hand, I could stick it out until another position as retreat manager or similar will open internally…. But I don’t think I want to work for the rest of my life in a retreat, managing a café and checking guests in and out… Don’t get me wrong, the location, my colleagues and the guests are all lovely…but:
  2. The wage I earn is not enough to provide for my family in case my husband would lose his job or even worse.

And after all we wanted to go Orkney anyway. No, let me rephrase that: I wanted us to go to Orkney! So here is me thinking, searching desperately for a job I love, where I can achieve more skills and where I finally finally settle, happy as Larry!

But it feels as if nobody wants to give me a chance. I apply for jobs but get one rejection after the other and it is very difficult to remain in my Franky-Everything-Will-Be-Alright-Bubble!

My husband says, all you need is the one person who believes in you and gives you a chance to prove yourself! Well it would be nice if that person would turn up!

And now another bomb which could change everything again:

My husband told me yesterday evening all nonchalantly that he applied for some vacancies in, and now here it comes, Ireland! Yes, Ireland!

How exciting is that???

So it might be my husband who moves away for a better job and not me.

However, I will keep you updated!

Franky

Job OCD???

I recently discovered that I probably might have JOB-OCD, if there is such a thing that is!

Maybe you think it might be job hopping, but no, no no I don’t believe it is job hopping.

What I mean is, that whenever I achieved everything there is to achieve, my brain feels as if it is shrinking, followed by the need to want to gain more skills.

In order to gain more skills, I have to look for another job, a different job, a job with perspective or a job where I can progress for a higher position.

There must be a way to find a good paid job which I fully enjoy because there is so much new to learn.

I think that’s why I loved my job at the airport, working as a check-in agent. The wage wasn’t the greatest, but until I left (I got married and moved away) I was taught 3 different check-in systems for different airlines and intern was the possibility to switch to another department and I would have loved to be at the back-office, keeping an eye on all the flights and everything that comes with it.

So yes, I MUST have JOB-OCD, a never-ending thirst for new knowledge!

I wonder if you can cure this with medication….?

Awww the right job will come along sooner or later. Let’s hope sooner than later!

 

Franky

SSE Renewables Online Test

I recently applied for a job at SSE Renewables. It was sort of an apprenticeship and the training would take 4 years. Locations are north of Scotland as well as the Scottish islands.

For those who don’t now SSE, SSE works with energy, the post itself would have been mostly outside, working on sides which includes repairing things.

So I was asked to do an online test. So good so far.

But I failed the test, probably the second one. I was so disappointed. I am certain I did not take enough time to properly read the sample questions so when completing the actual test, it was more guessing than knowing the answers.

Which is my own fault as I thought I would not have enough time to complete it but let me tell you something:

I really, really wanted this job! It was what I was looking for for so long. Being permanently outside, repairing things and learning new skills. And I know I would have done a very good job!

There are people out there, who might not be good when it comes to tests, but would have passed when actually doing it in person!

I just wished this company would have invited me for a test day so I could have shown  them what I am capable of.

After all the job I applied for is a apprenticeship which means they have to teach me, right?

Apparently it wasn’t meant to be, but I am still gutted….

Franky

A job to make the world a better place

I recently found new employment near wear I live. It is a beautiful location right by one of Scotlands stunning lochs. The job itself is very nice and relaxed and I love the people I work with. I am grateful that I was given the opportunity to prove that I am the right candidate for this job and I am happy to learn new things every day. It was is what I was looking for-

A job near me (only 4 miles) which does not suck the life out of me and where I might get the opportunity to work outdoors every now and then. The payment is okay as well, though would not be enough if I would live on my own never mind with my children.

Now comes the big BUT:

Why is it so difficult to find a job which has some meaning, which would make the world a different even a better place?

Like working on a small island to get the economy going, to attract more tourism and more people willing to live on said place…

I would love to do something like that! Creating a better place through lots of hard work and smart decisions. Built things, create things, help to open schools and kindergarten where there are non…

So why, I ask you, can’t I settle with what I got? Why is there the constant need to learn new things?

Is there such thing as the perfect job? A job where you can’t wait to get up in the morning and give your 110%?

And why, oh why did nobody find me to give me a job like that at?!?

Franky