Today I came across an article from the Strib (or Star Tribune, if you’re not Minnesotan) about job recruitment etiquette (or the lack thereof…). It’s an interesting topic because I think anyone who has looked for employment in recent years has noticed the change too.

I remember one of my first real jobs after high school. It was a data entry gig in the receiving department of a now closed manufacturing plant. The day I applied I drove to the company’s building, got an application, filled it out – with a pen, and handed it to an actual person. I thanked the receptionist for her time and asked how long it would be before I heard back from someone. I think she said “in a few days” and I went home.

When I got home, I walked in the door and my dad asked, “So, how did it go?” (Because just dropping off your application is your first impression.) I’m pretty sure I said something like “Good, I should hear something in a few days.” Then he told me, “you should call tomorrow to make sure they know you’re interested in the job.” He really wanted me to get this job.

The next day, dad reminded me, “don’t forget to call them, TODAY!!” So, I called. I talked to a woman about my potential employment who then transferred me to the man who would soon be my boss. I talked to him for a few minutes and we set up a time for an interview. I went to the building again, we chatted, and I was hired. I started training the next week.

It’s funny how much things have changed since then.

My last job I landed via Twitter. The interview process was the complete opposite of what I experienced at 18. I exchanged a few DMs on Twitter, a few emails, and a few phone calls and suddenly I had a job.

Now that I’m searching for a job again, I find myself longing for the “old days” of rejection. You’d either get a call or email saying the position was filled or I was “no longer being considered. I want to thank you for interest in working for us.”

Unfortunately most of the time I don’t even know if the email containing my resume and a cover letter (which took me an hour to write up) even got to the person it was intended for. I’m just left wondering until I get an email two weeks later trying to set up a phone interview. After which I don’t hear anything. Sure, I’m smart enough to know that if I don’t hear anything after a while I didn’t get the job.

As the writer of the Strib commentary said:

I get it — I’m one of millions of unemployed people in America right now. I understand that recruiting departments sometimes receive hundreds of résumés for one opening.

Of course I don’t expect someone to call every applicant and give them the “it’s not going to work out” speech. But a simple “we received your resume” email would be great. That way I’d know it was received and someone saw it. If I didn’t get the job, that’s fine. I get to move on to the next one.

I may not be the norm, but I put a lot of work into applying for a job. I take the time to research the company, read reviews, double check my resume, spend an hour writing and editing a cover letter and finally I hit send on the email. I’m not blindly blasting my resume all over the internet hoping to land any job. It would just be nice if I received an email saying, “Thank you for your time. Unfortunately we have filled the position.” Or at the very least, “Got your email. Thanks!”

But I might be asking a lot.





I’m going to be cliche here: I’ve severely neglected my blog. I know I should write more, and I have been making a conscious effort to do that, but I haven’t written anything that I feel like posting. I’m going to be making a serious effort to change that.

Today I moved from the easy-ish workout to the more hardcore “you’re going to puke and wish you were dead when you’re done with this” workout. After I recovered from that I thought about it and realized I should probably do the same with my writing.

I need to push myself, no one else can do it for me and I won’t write unless I make myself do it. Kind of like working out. Yeah, it really sucks and it shouldn’t feel like such a chore, I’m only making myself better but every day I have to tell myself that I won’t fit into my jeans if I don’t. And I want to fit into my jeans, so I do it. I complain the whole time and at the end I think, “Well, that wasn’t that bad.”

So for the next two weeks, regardless of how I feel, I’m going to write something every day. Even if it’s a paragraph about how I don’t have anything to write about, I’m going to do it.

I felt I should probably let all 10 of my readers know about my goal so you can feel free to shame me into writing.

Or not.

Regardless, I will be writing every day for the next 14 days.

If not, I’m going to look for a job at Walmart. I hear they have great benefits.

I’m kidding. Kinda.