ETA: When I called one of the applicants to advise they weren’t successful with their application, the first words he said were “Why the fuck not!!??”

Explains a lot about the person doesn’t it??

At work we currently have a vacancy.
It’s not the worst job in the place.
Yes, it’s hot, dirty and physical, but it pays a reasonable wage, plus penalty rates.
Now given the nature of the job, we don’t need a brain surgeon, just someone prepared to work hard and have some semblance of common sense.
Not too hard to fill the position you would think?
Hmmm….my thoughts exactly.
Apparently it’s not quite that simple.
I appreciate the economy here in NQ is a little slow, and there are many out of work, but I certainly didn’t think I would need to wade through 86 applications, however we do what we need to do.
Here are a few little hints and tips for aspiring applicants.
If your email says please find my resume attached, then attach it! I know there could be times when you did attach it and something may have gone wrong, but let me assure you, when I call you to ask if you could resend in order for you to have as good a chance as the next person, it’s not in your best interests to suggest I don’t know what I’m doing when it comes to reading an email.
Strike 1!
If you apply for a job, you could perhaps forgive the person receiving said application, assuming you actually want the job.
When the person making the decision regarding who gets an interview rings to suggest a mutually acceptable time for that interview, it does not go down well to start the conversation by rattling off the times you can and can’t make it because of your social life.
I know it’s Christmas, but if you’re unemployed and want that to change, it’s in your interest to fit in with me, not the other way around.
If you’re not prepared to make an effort to get to an interview, you would perhaps forgive me for being concerned about the effort you would make to not only get to work, but actually do your job once you got there.
Strike 2!
The best is yet to come though, my friends.
This is the best piece of advise I can give you when applying for any job.
DO NOT address the person receiving your application as “Hey you”
My name was on the advert, use it dickwad!
I got not one word further than those 2 words on your cover letter, because your application hit the recycle bin with a resounding thud the minute I saw the words in question.
Strike 3, you’re out!
WTF were these 3 dicks thinking when they did the above mentioned things?
Clearly they weren’t thinking at all.
Maybe applicants should think about this?
For every job advertised, there are at least 50 people who apply, giving employers quite a good choice.
Yes, I need to fill the position, but I don’t need you when there are people smart enough to know how to speak to, and act, towards a prospective employer.

Do they have so little to be worried about that they can make something of this?

Apparently, once you’ve been a kids performer, you’re not allowed to act the same as any other consensual adult and do with your life, what you will.

When you do have the audacity to try doing just that, the morality police stick their 2c worth in.

This has been discussed from one end of Australia to another today.

My opinion?

Go for it girl!

If I had a body like that I’d be flaunting it to all and sundry on the front of a magazine too, make no mistake.

In closing, I do have a question though.

What the hell would kids who like Hi 5 be doing reading a fucking magazine like Ralph anyway?

I repeat, some people need to get a life.

Quickly!

Vomit inducing bullshit

I don’t know what to say.

Gobsmacked.

Stunned.

Outraged.

Nauseous.

All of the above.

This is apparently justice for a young girl imprisoned for 24 years by her own father, sexually abused and made to bear 7 of his children {effectively her brothers and sisters} one of which he left to die for fear of being exposed for what he is.

I almost despair of a race that has his type in it, and I despair totally of the “justice” system that allows this to happen.

People wonder why I drink.

Check the story and let me know if I need to bring in some extra booze, and an arrival time would help too.

That’s who I look like in my passport photo!

FFS, how do they do it?

I hate having my photo taken at the best of times, and maybe that comes through, who knows, but it seems to me every time a passport pic gets done, it’s always THE worst pic you ever saw.

Unless it’s a drivers license, because they’re just as bad.

Do they trawl the community for the most inept person they can find, or maybe it’s part of the key selection criteria for the job??

I can see the ad now.

WANTED

THE most useless photographer ever born, to take passport and license photos.
Must have the eye of a blind man for focusing and be able to make people look as if they belong behind bars.
No experience required, however good timing would be an advantage, because it is essential to ensure a person is blinking as the photo is taken.
Debating skills could also be useful in order to argue with the subject when they demand another pic be taken, as we are not allowed to do this.
Determination would be advantagous in this area.

It’s a photo. I have an 8 year old granddaughter that could do better than some of these fucking morons.

How badly do I want to take that camera and shove it up this bloke’s arse, you ask??

VERY BADLY!!!

Before anyone asks, NO, I will NOT be posting the pic.

Those we’re going to see may, just MAY, see it once we’re there, but other than that, only customs will have the {dubious} pleasure.

We rarely go to fast food joints.
When I say fast food, I mean the likes of chew and spew, KFC and Hungry Jacks.
Having said that, now and again my body screams at me for crap, and I’ve learned to oblige when the urge takes me.
So.
The other night the urge came over me, and off we went to get some shit food.
Chinese? Nope.
Indian? Nope.
Maybe Thai? Nope.
I needed a greasy burger, shitty fries and crappy post mix soft drink.
Nothing else would suffice.
Off we went to Hungry’s place cos it’s better than chew and spew and I can’t stomach KFC. It’s too crappy even for me!
In we go and there they are.
Generation F.
Track pants down near their knees, {grubby} Calvin Kleins hanging out the top, baseball caps back to front, greasy hair, attitude that would stop a soldier with an AK47 and mouths on them like gutters.
Every second word is fuck, or that other 4 lettered word I can’t handle.
{You know, the one that starts with C}
There’s around 8 to 10 of them I guess, mainly guys, but 1 female.
Yep. Just one.
Guess who’s mouth was the worst? No prizes for getting that one right.
Anyway.
We order, get our food and sit as far as possible from the twerps.
Did that make our dining experience any better? {well, not dining, but you know what I mean}
Hell no!
Mouths on them like a canyon and speaking {I use that term very loosely!!} at a volume that would put any rock concert to shame.
My tolerance for these kids is at an all time low.
They have an attitude that needs rearranging, and seemingly think everyone within a 2 block radius wants to know their expletive riddled opinion on everything.
From the last time they got laid to what they think is important.
When I say important, I refer to Crap music, game consoles, how good they are on said consoles, how high their last mobile bill was and the latest mouthful they gave their parents as the poor souls attempted some modicum of control over their {disappointing} offspring.
I have a question at this point {without the cracks from the peanut gallery I mean}
Am I just getting old?
Were we really THAT bad?
I know we all rebelled, had arguments with our parents and those things, but there is NO way were like this, surely?
I wasn’t game to speak like they do in public, and I still don’t.
Yes, I do on here now and then, and in fact have used that F bomb in this post, and I do at home sometimes, but there is a time and place for everything.
Call me a dinosaur if you want, but I don’t think any public place, not even a burger joint, is the place for this type of thing.
If any of my girls had spoken like that anywhere, let alone in public, their heads would still be spinning from the kick in the arse that would have ensued.
Please, noone say their parents can’t hear them when they’re not around. These kids speak TO {read AT} their parents in the same manner, so they’re well aware of what they’re like.
Going to the shopping centre has become a lesson in how NOT to speak or act in public, and is also quite the chore. It’s not something I look forward to anymore.
Everywhere you go, there they are. In packs even!!
Loud, brash, no respect for anyone or anything, speaking in a language that defies any logical interpretation and so full of themself that all I want to do is slap them on the back of the head, tell them to knock it off, and act like a human being not some uneducated neandrathal.
Perhaps they should go home where they belong, or maybe to school, because much of the time it’s the middle of they day.
What really scares me is my grandchildren will have to live in a world with leaders that come from the generation I’m referring to.
That’s one hell of a depressing thought.
Generation F?
FUCKED
I thought it appropriate I use their favourite word to describe them.

Please know this is a genralisation. It’s what I see and hear around me is the bottom line.
I know many are not like this, however it would seem the good are out weighed by about 10 to 1