I spent this morning getting increasingly annoyed with Telecom broadband's paranoid blocking of anything on port 25 - meaning I am forced to use their poxy yahoo email, but only if I use their email addresses, and not the domain name I've used for the last ten years. No response to email queries and it's all damned annoying. Fortunately I was distracted by a phone call from a job agency with the prospect of an interview tomorrow. It was suggested I pop in and see them for a chat, which I duly did. Everything seemed OK, except for the salary, which was really low. I was prepared for a 40-50% drop on UK levels, but 66%? I'm beginning to think this really is a third world country.
I figured that I needed some clothes, as all I'd managed to pack was a shirt and a pair of shoes. It might not look too smart if that's all I turned up in. I went to Bayfair and raided a couple of shops and came away $200 lighter but with trousers, two shirts and a tie. We'll see tomorrow if they do the job, assuming I can summon up enough enthusiasm to be paid little more than a checkout operator working a little overtime. So much for 25 years working in IT. At this point it seems that I'm either going to have to accept peanuts, freeze in Wellington or cope with the stigma of being a "JAFA".
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ReplyDeleteI find personally that experience has naff all to do with it. 12 yeas ago when I was on the IT scrapheap without a job at nearly 40, with 20 years in the industry behind me, the best salary I could find locally was 11k in Chichester as a network manager. When the job in Kent came up a couple of weeks later, I started on 24k.
Jafa - you threw me with that one. I was envisaging you with a pouch, plucked eyebrows and abs of steel, and it wasn't a pretty sight! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teal'c
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