Have you ever been to a staffing agency?

What is it, you ask?

Some refer to it as an endless avenue in which one goes about finding a job.

Others may tell you that it provides a way out for the unwanted and dejected hopefuls of the currently unemployed who seem to be exponentially growing as we speak.

Well, whoever you are. I’m sure you can relate to a point in your job seeking days when you were anxiously waiting for some positive feedback only to receive that dreaded e-mail letting you know “you’re just not good enough.”

Or even worse, you make an excited phone call to your significant other telling them that “it’s not as bad as you thought it was going to be.”

Perhaps, you already have a job and are happy just window shopping.

I, unfortunately, had an appointment. I made an obligation to go and meet with a recruiter, a proud disciple of the staffing agency.

After filling out some paperwork which required my name, address, social security number, contact number, e-mail address, past employment, past employers, friends, relatives, first born, first pet, basically, your whole professional life.

As I was finishing up the necessary signatures, the robotic style of the receptionist who worked the many incoming telephone calls could be heard in the background.

Minutes went by and finally, I met with my personal recruiter; we shook hands and exchanged small talk. I have to warn you that I am slightly older than the average job seeker. For me, the whole experience convinced me that I had uncovered a part of humanity that was desperate, eager, and condescending.

Upon spilling my guts for some health benefits and a steady paycheck, the job opportunity that I was called in to speak about was unavailable. Let’s just say, I equate these turn of events with my experiences dealing with a real estate agent for the first time.

After being shown an apartment, loving the place, and immediately handing over the deposit; you receive a call. It’s the real estate agent, apologizing to say that the apartment had already been taken but they have others that might be of interest.

I guess it could have been worse; some poor sap didn’t even bring a resume.

Not until I turned down an opportunity to take a fifteen minute tutorial on the spot to test my expertise in Microsoft Excel and Word software programs, was I free to leave. The recruiter and his mentor encouraged me to dress accordingly at the interview and that timing was everything when finding the right job.

As for the staffing agency, they gave me a promise that they will refuse to recede and that they will reach out for the betterment of my interests.

Some experts feel the experience of looking for future employment is not for the squeamish. That even for the tender of heart who end up being shuffled from one disappointing interview to the next; need not apply.

But for the rest of us brave souls, I, included, will keep our heads up.


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