July
23, 2013
The
Job Fair wasn’t well-marked. The address was deliberately incorrect to check
our adaptation and orienteering skills, though I followed my nose to the butter
cookies, glazed with brilliant good-for-me pink frosting with multi-colored
sprinkles spilling off the sides. Gotta love all of the complimentary pens, band aids, expensive unrelated-to-landing-a-worthwhile-job brochures, chance to
win a free cup of Perkins coffee for the remainder of my days, and an
occasional pocket flashlight. The event survey table was clean, vacant of
anything but a half a dozen chairs awaiting hopeful rears, sporting a dark
business suit, shiny shoes and a plastered smile running across the desperate
mug.
They
call it a Fair yet it resembles a Carnival, quick gut-wrenching rides that
instill fear you don’t dare project or you will be forced to do it again and
again. The City of St Paul had two loaded catering tables, Ramsey County was
present, Health Partners and UCare, Avon, a coupla Not-For-Proft tables, a
young gentleman who claimed the organization offered a starting salary of $8.35
per hour but parking at the airport runs $37 per month, although you are
reimbursed $25 if you have a good attendance record within the first month of Union
employment. Oh boy. When I claimed I could hardly live off of the generous
salary, he thanked me for being honest. Another enthusiastic participant
suggested their employees receive an exemplary $32,000 a year, plus bonuses.
Great.
The
only promising conversation was with Julie, a woman who encouraged me to go to
their website and apply for the Recruiter post. She is the Business Development
Representative and was most likely the closest to my age than anyone else
within 50 miles.
I
could also attempt the Accommodations Scheduling Coordinator position listed on
Pearson’s site but they may arrest me for impersonating someone who is
qualified to do the job.
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