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Last ditch battle

The way it works in The Netherlands, if you're out of work and claiming benefit, is that you send off an certain number of applications (the number to be determined by your case manager) a week. You will have to keep all the letters/e-mails you send and receive in hard copy to take to your meetings with this person, as well as keep a spreadsheet in which they are listed (date, company, position, response) in a secure online environment that your case manager also has access to -- just to make sure you're not slacking on the job of finding a job. So on Saturday, to make up my required number, I filled out and sent in an open application form on Crédit Agricole's website. I knew there weren't any jobs going at the moment, but I figured I might as well -- after all, I know the company inside out, I have all the qualifications they require of their employees courtesy of them, and had enjoyed working there until The Bitch threw a spanner in the works two months ago.

Perhaps naive of me, but I thought my details would be handled confidentially by the HR department. Wrong! I've just received an e-mail from The Biatch's henchman, expressing their surprise at receiving my application and wishing me the best of luck in finding suitable employment elsewhere.

To which I have just fired off an e-mail in which I very politely reiterated my reasons for believing I would be an ideal candidate for any future vacancy, given that I know the company inside and out, know its products, its processes and procedures; have a proven track record of success within it (which they need only lift my file at HR for to verify) and have been trained up by the company, which means that if they force me to look for employment elsewhere, will be money down the drain as far as they're concerned; and ended by requesting they keep my application on file (and treat it with a little more respect next time -- though I didn't say it, it's there between the lines). And I bcc-ed the Board of Directors on it, as I'm sure they can't have forgotten me so soon.

But now the adrenaline is leaving my body, and the overriding feeling I'm left with is that of embarrassment.


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Jul. 20th, 2010 01:52 pm (UTC)
*hugs* Also, ouch. It's really too bad that they didn't handle things a little better.
Jul. 20th, 2010 05:43 pm (UTC)
Absolutely. I find it disappointing that they don't see it that way, but in truth, I'm not surprised.
Jul. 20th, 2010 09:03 pm (UTC)
I'm not sure I'm seeing where this would ever have been a positive outcome.
Jul. 20th, 2010 09:17 pm (UTC)
Nor me, if I'm honest; but then that wasn't my primary goal. All I wanted initially was to make up my quota and not lose my benefit...and then I thought it couldn't hurt to let them know I'd be willing to work there again and let bygones be bygones.
Jul. 20th, 2010 09:33 pm (UTC)
Hmmm... It just reiterates that the big bosses there have let the sharks take over the pool. I predict they will continue to bleed good staff such as yourself until they finally go mount a hunting party and harpoon the whole pack. (wow, really stretched that metaphor for all it was worth)

At least you are still getting benefits. That's the positive. :)
Jul. 21st, 2010 10:48 am (UTC)
At least you are still getting benefits. That's the positive. :)

I know, but it just doesn't feel right. Quite apart from it amounting to barely enough to cover my monthly expenditure (which I've cut down on as much as possible), and the hoops one has to jump through to keep one's entitlement to it, I don't feel comfortable taking it. Which is odd, considering -as I keep reminding myself constantly- I've paid into that kitty for over 20 years, so in some sense it's my own savings I'm dipping into, and there's no reason for me to feel like I'm a drain on society.

As for CAD, I'll definitely close the book on them now.
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