I had an interview last Thursday. It was for the same job I’ve had for the past year. The exact same job. This is what the job market has come to.
In the 70s, employers had to beg for workers.
In the 80s, I don’t know, because I don’t appear to have a family member who tried to break into the job market that decade. I assume it was the same as the 70s, but with more hairspray and shoulder pads.
In the 90s, you needed a resume, but you were able to list “married” as one of your qualifications as my mom did.
In the 00s, this Millennial had an argument with her mother about whether “married” and “non-smoker” were descriptors appropriate for a resume. Jobs in the 00s required that you include a cover letter and fill out an application form, AND thank a potential employer for taking the time to even consider you.
2010? You definitely need connections.
Now that we’re at the beginning of the third decade of the millennium, we need to convince our employers to keep us on. I’m not opposed to this idea, though, as there are definitely people who have flown under the radar doing the bare minimum without making a sack-worthy misstep. I’m tired of picking up the slack. Too bad I’m only mostly sure that my employer doesn’t see me that way, which stresses me out. I should have brought snacks to the interview.
If I don’t get the job I already have, it’s because I didn’t bring donuts. No donuts, no job.