Job Hunting is not for Sissies - Part 1

After two years at home as a full time accounting student, I have decided to re-enter the workforce and am currently in the job market.

I now know (and understand) why some people stay in the same dead end job for years. They're unhappy, but it's way better than being out there in the shark tank. Job hunting is a roller-coaster. There will be peaks when everything is going well - and you literally feel like throwing your arms up in the air and screaming "woohoo" - and also pits, where your heart is in your throat and you are very tempted to push the emergency stop button and exit the ride.

Securing an interview boosts self confidence and job seekers are instilled with fresh motivation. They are worth something. They CAN secure that position. Elation. Happiness is. And then there are the moments when you have never doubted yourself more. When a recruitment agent is picking your CV apart like a microbiologist examining the stem of a plant, your self confidence decreases. They question everything. Rightfully so, though. They need to know who and what you are before sending you for interviews. For once I am on the receiving end of numerous questions and requests to provide supporting documents. The auditor becomes the auditee. Recruitment agents audit candidates.

This is how the process works in South Africa: a candidate applies for a position (submits his/her CV) on one of the many job websites. The recruitment agent that posted the advert reviews the CVs and makes a short list of the suitable candidates for the relevant position. The agent then contacts the short list of candidates and arranges to meet them for an interview. Candidates are required to take copies of their Identity Documents, drivers licenses, Matric and tertiary qualification certificates, a photograph, and their last/most recent payslip to the interview. That's just the start of the admin. Once at the agency, candidates are required to fill out indemnity forms, confidentiality; disclaimer and biographical information forms. Forms to consent to ITC and criminal record checks are also signed. Fingerprints are taken and only after that will the agent sit down with you. Again, these checks are all within reason as the responsibility of making an successful placement rests with the agent.

Up till now, I have met with four recruiters.

Recruitment agent #1: This agency (well renowned company with branches all over South Africa) is situated in Boksburg. I ran the verification gauntlet above, and then had to complete competency tests on Microsoft Excel and Bookkeeping. The Excel test comprised simple (make the text of a cell "bold") and more difficult (reformatting graphs and tables) questions. I managed to pass, luckily. The bookkeeping test went much better than the Excel test and I scored 96%. Yay me. The consultant didn't quiz me on what type of industry or environment I'd like to work in (which I feel are pertinent questions), nor did she ask about my interpersonal skills or long term goals. The agent had a position in mind for me, and to be honest I think that was it for her. I was the perfect candidate and she wouldn't have to look any further. The company in question was in the agricultural industry, situated in Booysens (the not so nice part of Johannesburg). I went for the interview, and although the managerial experience and responsibility were plus factors there were also some negatives to it. I discussed the job with my mom, William and a few friends, slept on it and then decided the next morning to turn it down. Some may question my reasoning with this decision, but I felt it was better to wait for a better suited opportunity to come along than accept the first offer simply because it was an offer.

Recruitment agent #2: A friend referred me to this purely financial oriented agency in Midrand, after having dealt with them recently. After agent #1 I was hopeful that this would be the key. This consultant was everything agent #1 was not. She was warm, friendly and she encompassed the vision of a recruitment agent I had in mind. Our conversation points included personality traits, technical specifications, ideal work environments, hopes and dreams. Real in depth getting-to-know-the-candidate stuff. She mentioned a position that had become available just before Christmas at a multi-national French cosmetics company that I would be suitable for, and I was elated. A French cosmetics company! What more could a girl ask for? I took French to IGCSE level in high school. The name of this very blog is of French origin! Heck, I'm even considering buying a French car. It was fate. She told me not to get my hopes up as she would have to confirm that the vacancy had not yet been filled, but it was too late. I was already day dreaming of business trips to Paris, attending glamorous photo shoots for products and improving my vocabulary and cultural skills.Failing that vacancy, the consultant assured me she had other opportunities for me so I should go home and wait for her call. I did. She never got back to me regarding the French job (or any other for that matter) so I assume there's nothing available at the moment. I'm disappointed.

Recruitment agent #3: This referral came from a family friend, and our interview was held in Johannesburg. The consultant was bubbly, friendly, and vibrant but possesses the analytical skills worthy of the law degree she holds. After questioning me about my previous work experience, qualifications and personality, the conversation moved to prospective work environments. A question that came up in all three of my interviews was: How do I handle conflict? My response was that I am not an aggressive person and will try solve matters with the other party in an even manner . Should that be unsuccessful I would call a senior member of staff to assist. At the time it seemed a strange question, but looking back it was very important as conflict between staff members arises frequently, and no company wants to employ a candidate with anger issues. The consultant then asked if I would be interested in returning to an audit firm. No deal. My experience in public practice built character, and taught me about many different industries but it can be soul devouring at times. Besides, I'd like to experience the work environment on the other side of the fence - that way I can make an informed decision about long term prospects. I was told that not wanting another public practice job eliminated a fair amount of vacancies, but I should sit tight and wait as new vacancies come up every day and the right one was out there for me.

Recruitment agent #4: I responded to an online advert for a vacancy on PNet, and agent #4 contacted me to set up a meeting at her Benoni based office. This time I was required to complete a typing skills evaluation. I'm not the fastest typist but I managed to score in the 90th percentile (fist pump). As per usual, she went through my CV with a fine tooth comb and asked questions like "Why has it taken you so long to complete your degree?". Fair enough question but on that day I took it a bit personally. I replied evenly with "I started articles and studying at the same time" but in my mind I was totally defensive. The agent moved on to interpersonal skills and asked why I thought a company should hire me. What does one say that a million candidates before them HAVEN'T said? The usual buzz words such as loyal, honest, hardworking, attentive to detail, etc immediately come to mind. I picked the ones I felt described me best but this agent wasn't appeased. She told me that since I had very little interview skills she would coach me on the best way to answer these questions. Apparently one should use one of the abovementioned qualities and then back it up with an example. I was then asked if I had won any special awards or similar at my previous workplace. Um no, auditing isn't really the "Employee of the Month" type of industry. At the end of our interview, the agent said she would like to send me for an interview at a mining equipment company not too far from home.What I've learnt in the job hunting game is that it encompasses the hurry-up-and-wait mentality. Nothing happens quickly.

I haven't left the hunt solely up to the recruitment agents. In between meetings with them, I have been trawling PNet, Careers24 and Career Junction. I have responded to adverts in the local newspaper, followed up on friend's referrals and taken a long shot by emailing my CV to companies that list their HR department contact details on their website. Some respond to acknowledge your email, advise you there aren't any suitable vacancies at present but will keep your CV on file for future reference. Others don't respond at all.

That is where I stand at the moment. Two weeks of active job hunting in, and I am experiencing many emotions. Frustration, excitement, impatience, hope. Yes, the right job will come along at the right time, sooner rather than later though - preferably.

Being the Recipient of Unwanted Attention

Recently I was the subject of a person's attention. Unwanted attention of course.

The individual in question is male, a pensioner and married. I met him at a local community meeting, and last October he took my cell phone number off the attendance register. Initially he texted me about matters relating to the committee we both serve on, and sent me pictures of his children and their families. Harmless enough. Then the messages turned to those of a more personal nature. The content could never be considered inappropriate, but they made me feel uncomfortable. As an example, the subject varied from my exams to Christmas plans. Then there was the plain bizarre - the scout's promise. I told William what was going on and showed him the messages. He suggested I ignore any future incoming texts, which I did.

On average I would receive  three to four texts per week (which I either curtly responded too in the beginning or ignored by the time November came around), then as time progressed the numbers increased to approximately ten per week. By that stage I had long since stopped responding, hopeful that he would get the hint and leave me alone. My plan failed. When he realized he wouldn't get a response from me, he resorted to phone calls. I wouldn't answer.

Whilst I believe this person's intentions were good, and perhaps he was lonely, I marveled at his perseverance in trying to engage me in conversation. Eventually I downloaded a call blocking application and blocked him. No texts or calls. I sighed with relief.

The matter reached a head this week when the call blocking app failed and I received a text from him: 
"Simone - it seems we can't be ourselves so any relationship is going to be uncomfortable - that's sad?"

That was the last straw. I had reached my boiling point. I'd tried the polite but direct approach of ignoring him, so now I was going to be honest. No uncertain terms. This has gone on for far too long, and I had grown tired of seeing his name appear in the sender's field of a text message. I'd been made to feel guilty for being innocent. I wondered what William thought, if maybe I had lead this person on (which I most certainly did not) but I realized how it may seem. If the roles were reversed, I would feel so many emotions but most of all anger.

I replied to the message, telling him to never call or text me again. Ever defiant, he sent back: "Shame!"

Thankfully, since then I have not received any form of correspondence from him and I hope that trend continues. What I experienced cannot even be considered similar to what women that are stalked (or worse yet, raped) go through and I hope I never find out. No means no.

Gone are the days where we feel compelled to be respectful to others if they are stepping over our personal boundaries, irrespective of age, rank or other.

Stand up for yourself, because at the end of the day, you can only rely on yourself.

Keeping a Dream Diary

Dreams have always fascinated me, partly because they are our sub conscious' creations, and partly because so much research has been done on them.

Our brains are so amazing in that they can throw the weirdest dream at us, and true, it may contain a tiny portion of relevance to the day leading up to the dream but they can also bring suppressed thoughts forward. Things we'd prefer not to think about during our waking hours. And our conscience protects us by pushing those thoughts to the subconscious level. With nightfall comes sleep, and that is a no holds barred event. We are at the mercy of our sub consciences.

Many websites will encourage their visitors to analyse their dreams, and find some deeper meaning. It is not an exact science but I believe there is some truth to it. Firstly, here are some facts about dreams

• You can't read or tell the time while dreaming;
• You can have up to seven dreams per night (the average is three to five), depending on how many REM (rapid eye movement) cycles you have;
• Dreams can last anywhere from a few seconds to 45 minutes, and it has been suggested we dream two out of every eight hours worth of sleep;
• Blind people dream too. Their dreams are as interesting as ours, except their dreams involve senses other than sight;
• You always dream, but don't always remember it.Up yo 60% of people are unable to recall their dreams;
• Approximately 12% of people dream only in black and white.

So I decided to keep a dream diary for one week. I kept a notepad in my bedside drawer to record my dreams as soon as I woke up. This is what happened...

Friday, 3 January

The dream: I was at my longtime friend's wedding, in Australia. Stephanie (Angelo's bride) was wearing a beautiful deep purple wedding gown, and the ceremony was held in a jungle. You may think it odd but writing down what I experienced in my dream does it no justice. I guess you just had to have been there.

Background: Angelo and I have been friends since high school, and he got engaged to Stephanie in 2012. Unfortunately I was unable to attend the wedding due to financial constraints (it was actually held in Melbourne, Australia), so I followed the updates on Facebook from South Africa. 

What I think it means: My subconscious was obviously aware of how badly I wanted to attend the wedding, so I was treated to this glimpse of the big day. No, Stephanie did not wear a purple gown on her wedding day and no I'm almost positive the ceremony wasn't held in a forest/jungle setting. 

Here is a photograph of the newlyweds on their special day. Angelo and Stephanie - I wish you many mnay years of happiness together. Please don't forget my invite to your 50th wedding anniversary!

Saturday, 4 January

I could not remember my dream when I woke up that morning. I willed my brain to produce something, anything, but no. I fell into that 60% category that night. I do remember that it was a broken sleep though. I kept waking up at odd hours, and it didn't help that a fellow resident was letting off fireworks at midnight. The really loud crackers that sound like a bomb has detonated. If only those people understood what they were doing to the animals in the suburb, but that's a story for another day.

Sunday, 5 January

The dream: William and I were living in Durban, and we woke up one morning to find a little girl of about eight years (dressed in her finest frock and with a ribbon in her hair) standing at the foot of our bed. She told us that the house next door to us had set alight during the night, and a part of our roof had also burnt. No one had been injured in the blaze but the family had lost all their belongings. Afterwards, my mom and I went to Computicket to buy two tickets to the rugby game taking place later that day to raffle off for the benefit of the family that had lost everything.

What I think it means: I'll be honest, this one unnerved me a little and I have no idea why I would dream this. A house in Atlasville burnt down in November last year, and I was on scene so possibly the dream was related to that?

Monday, 6 January

The dream: Chantel and I had lunch (and cocktails) at this beautiful restaurant built on stilts in the middle of a crystal blue ocean. The restaurant was made of wood, and a thatch roof. It was enclosed in glass providing the most breathtaking views of our surroundings. I have no idea where we were, but picture a beautiful Maldives resort. That's what I experienced.

Background: I met Chantel through Courtney way back in 2008. The pair had been friends since Courtney met Chantel at Dream Nails and the two have been inseparable ever since. At her brother's wedding in the UK last June, Chantel met the man of her dreams. They got engaged a few months later, and Chantel moved to the UK to live with her fiancee. The couple are to be married later this month, and Chantel recently announced she is pregnant. Congratulations Chantel and Andrew, we wish you all the best and may your little bundle of joy bring you much happiness and joy.

What I think it means: Gosh, aside from the dream being totally off in that Chantel couldn't have been drinking cocktails since she's pregnant, I have no idea. Ha ha! It was nice to "catch up" with you Chants.

Here is a photograph of the happy couple with Chantel's godson Dylan, taken at Sun City when Andrew holidayed in South Africa last year.

Tuesday, 7 January

Another night I was unable to recall my dream. No strange occurrences during the day, maybe I was just tired.

Wednesday, 8 January

The dream: We (my mom, William and I) were on holiday with my grandparents. We were on a cruise (not sure if it was the one we went on together last year or perhaps another one) but we soaked up the sun, swam in the pool and just relaxed. It was wonderful.

What I think it means: Need to go on another holiday/cruise! Below is a photograph of the five of us in Athens in June 2013.

Thursday, 9 January

The dream: I was in some warehouse, it was deserted and in a desolate area. Gregg & Courtney came in and told me they intended selling some storage space. They then took a cardboard box off a shelf and opened it, but it was empty. Gregg then said that that (the cardboard box) was what he intended selling.

What I think it means: Absolutely no clue. It was very random and it makes no sense at all. Courtney, Gregg and Dylan, below.

And that concludes my dream diary. Granted, a professional may delve a bit deeper into the meaning of the above dreams but the purpose of this post was merely to recall my dreams and let any of the people featured in my dreams that I do think of them, even if only subconsciously.

Have you ever kept a dream diary, or have any remarkable dreams that you'll never forget?

Happy Friday everybody, have a fantastic weekend.

Simone

Migraines

Yesterday afternoon I had a migraine. My first one in over 16 months and I was unprepared for it.

After being migraine free for so long I thought I had seen the last of them but alas, it wasn't so.

Here's a bit of background info on migraines, according to Wikipedia:

Migraine is a chronic neurological disorder characterized by recurrent moderate to severe headaches often in association with a number of autonomic nervous system symptoms. Typically the headache is unilateral (affecting one half of the head) and pulsating in nature, lasting from 2 to 72 hours. Associated symptoms may include nausea, vomiting, photophobia (increased sensitivity to light), phonophobia (increased sensitivity to sound) and the pain is generally aggravated by physical activity.^[3] Up to one-third of people with migraine headaches perceive an aura: a transient visual, sensory, language, or motor disturbance which signals that the headache will soon occur.^[3] Occasionally an aura can occur with little or no headache following it. 

Migraines are believed to be due to a mixture of environmental and genetic factors.

In my case, it is hereditary. My mom was a sufferer as was my granddad's side of the family. I've had migraines since I was five years old. Triggers would include bright lights (like the flood lights on a tennis court, dietary items (apparently dairy is common but this is unconfirmed, and naturally stress. A typical attack would be brought on by the aura mentioned above, and a pins and needles feeling in my fingers and hands. Imagine electric spider webs compromising your vision, starting off slowly and small before increasing so much that I could barely see. For a young child it's scary. I didn't know what was happening. So I would panic and that would make it worse. The tingling and visual impairment would last half an hour and then the vomiting, diarrohea and headache would start. Once this began, I was man down. It would last two to three days. Eventually I would just lie on the bathroom floor because any slight movement of lifting my head off the pillow would make me dizzy and feel faint. In between the vomiting I would sleep. A dead type of sleep where you don't dream, it's just black. Once the gastrointestinal episode was over, I would be able to eat and sit up in bed but I was weak and sluggish. Only a day or so after that would I start feeling more human and function normally. Back then they lasted a whole week. I missed a lot of school days due to these migraines.

When I was seven years old my mom booked an appointment with a neurologist. After being treated like a typical lab rat with blood work, MRI's, EEG's and other tests he concluded it was definitely migraines and started me on a treatment plan. Dr Terblanche prescribed a nasal spray that I was to to take as soon as I felt a migraine coming on. It was expensive but effective and reduced improved my recovery time from five days to two. Once I knew how to handle the migraines, and as I got older, the frequency of them decreased. I went from having two or three per year to one per year. By the time I reached the end of my high school career I hadn't had an attack in years. 

In the years since then (ten to be exact), I have had small attacks. Most commonly in the past two years. Thankfully they would not be as severe as when I was an adolescent. In these cases, they would come on while I was exercising, yet I know that the real trigger was stress. So, I booked another appointment with Dr Terblanche in November 2012, and ran the lab rat gauntlet once again. He found no abnormalities in my results, and prescribed a series of vitamins to take on a daily basis to balance the chemicals in my brain. I take Stat-10 Choice, Vitamin B, and magnesium slow release tablets. Dr Terblanche also prescribed "rescue medicine". It consisted of a wafer to place under my tongue and a tablet when I felt an attack coming on.

Everything had been going well until yesterday. I had alot on my mind (job, studies, juggling everyday tasks, etc) and had just arrived at the gym when the aura started, and unfortunately I didn't have my rescue medicine on me. Dr T warned me it would only be effective if taken immediately so knowing it was pointless to walk home to get the meds, I decided to continue with the gym class. Thankfully the gastrointestinal phase of the attacks seem to have fallen away in later life, but the headache remains the same. It was right at the base of my skull and every time I sneezed, coughed or bent down, it would throb. I ate a small dinner then had an early night, and woke up this morning feeling 95%. By tomorrow I will be back to normal (thank goodness). 

As unpleasant as the experience was, it reminded me that it is OK to not be a superhuman. Sometimes I need to just relax a bit and let some things slide. No use getting all worked up for nothing.

If anyone reading this has migraines - seek help. Why suffer if you don't have to?

Consult your local neurologist, or The Headache Clinic and improve your quality of life.

Image courtesy of ageonicsmedical.com

Happy New Year!

Allow me to take this opportunity to wish you all a very happy new year. May 2014 be filled with love, happiness, and be YOUR year. 

2013 and its troubles are in the past, so you now have a full, blank year (well 362 days more like) ahead to mould and shape into your personal preferences.

Have you made any new years resolutions? Most of the time people do not carry out their resolutions, for many a reason - be it lack of interest, or any other valid point.

Perhaps the term "new years resolution" is also partly to blame. What happens when you only commence an item on your list in say June. Is it then called a mid year resolution? Does that fact alone render the item invalid?

I prefer to call them goals. Essentially, that is what they are. A person wants to lose weight, or take up a new hobby, learn a foreign language, work hard in order to be promoted or complete the current degree/diploma. A goal just sounds so much better too. It inspires motivation, and the feeling of accomplishing that goal is empowering.

I listed my goals in my last post, and although it has been said that making a list puts things into perspective for a person, it isn't guaranteed to be less daunting. True, knowing what you need to do is half the battle won, but actually carrying out the act may be easier said than done.

2013 was not my best year by any stretch of the imagination (and all my own doing and I accept responsibility for that), but I vowed to turn 2014 into something I could feel proud of. Lately I've felt to be in limbo. 

Why? 

Maybe it's because the job hunt hasn't quite yielded the results I intended it to. I have lost my sense of worth just sitting at home and feel an employment contract will reignite my passion for life. There are so many things I want to see and do, but require that monthly paycheck in order to begin. Quite possibly, my expectations have been too high. Seriously, some people wait months to find their ideal job and I've only been actively looking for a couple of weeks. I have forwarded my CV to some recruitment agents and am holding thumbs for some interviews later this month, once everything has returned to normal following the festive season. In the meantime I will maintain my positive outlook and the trust the right job is out there waiting for me. 

All the best for 2014, readers. Spend time with those you love, and challenge yourself to do something you fear - it's all about the happiness factor and personal growth.

On a very happy note, last night our friends Carey-Anne & Ryan welcomed their little girl into the world. Congratulations Mom & Dad de Goede, may your daughter bring you much happiness and joy!

Until next time.