I’m just walking down Oak Hill Park toward Manchester Road. Now it’s fairly early but I can still hear traffic in the background … what do people actually do in their cars at this time of the day?
Last night saw progress on Demon Fire, on the dream sequence that precedes the Waterfall scene but it was a grind to focus realising the effort wasted on Fridays interview at Safran for an internal audit temp role.
Reflecting on this: it’s clear that profits have nosedived due mainly to ballooning admin costs… but it’s also clear to me that the chief financial officer at Burnley Safran who’s been there over 15 years, hasn’t read my CV and as the job description was littered with in house acronyms, the obvious question was why not fill this role from elsewhere in the group? So I did learn the position arose due to maternity leave elsewhere and the CFO used this as an opportunity to gift the current internal auditor a change of role. I was left feeling that too much was up to me to work out the job requirements.
Normally in interview you expect a dialogue to which both contribute however this felt too much like self service… if she hadn’t the opportunity to engage in the process why not let HR do it?
Anyhow I left messages for the agency guy fronting up this role and his assistant on Friday. He hasn’t followed up. Also sorting out the mess from the London contract which was yet more self service grind. Such are the vagaries of the gigging economy. Oh Tony Blair, what a mess you bequeathed on our fair country