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Work In Progress, by Geoff Walker.

REASONABLY CLEAN, GENERALLY SOBER, REASONABLY COURTEOUS, OFTEN PUNCTUAL 

…as it says on my resume. Which is not a bad rant as it happens. Last time I used it was in the music industry which as you might imagine, takes a very casual attitude to the recruiting process. Well it would if it had one. They have a very practical attitude toward recruitment – put you on, if you work out, you’re hired. Treads all over standard hiring practice. Like, the interview is the world’s most common lying event right? Nobody with any sense has ever told the truth at an interview. Mahatma Gandhi lied at his interview… not rilly, just saying. That’s cos you gotta get paid right? It’s not immoral, it’s just trying to put a roof over your head.  

The recruiting process gives me great cause for irritation. It’s formalized mendacity. Right from the get-go you’re pretending to be someone else. You dig out your one suit, the $200 model you scored from Best & Less, you hand the dry cleaners your food money, you iron the business shirt you keep on sufferance, then look at your resume. It’s a crock of lies. You stress over each word, print it again cos you forgot to capitalize a sentence, then decide the font’s wrong.  

Day of the interview. You’re short of sleep cos the train allows you to be there 5 minutes or an hour before. Can’t risk it, I’ll schlep my $40 loafers across town and wait in the park. 0955 looms, you step into reception like you’re walking into court. Boss greets you, all of a sudden every comatose thing you ever did, every misstep, all mistakes are in the front of your mind.  

Walk into the boardroom. Feels like a police cell and the lights overhead are shining directly in your face. The boss and some guy who’s there to decide if he likes you start the interview. You make like you’re the perfect human, invent hopeful expertise, paper over the vast cracks in your personal life.  

And it’s no better for the employer! I’ve sat on both sides of the interview desk like 30 times, and you don’t know who you’re getting. Mr Ambition might be Mr Lethargic, Miss Socialite might be Miss Vindictive, Mr Considerate might be Mr Stalker. Truth told, the world’s single most efficient hiring practice is nepotism. You know who you’re getting. You know if you like them and you know if they can do the job. Related is the music industry practice. Instead of 20 minutes’ evidence of your prospective colleague’s worklife, you got two days’! 

I like the industry’s approach to a lot of things. Sure, it’s run by culprits and staffed by idiots, but they have a very practical approach. Take this gig I did for a film gaffer. Cinephiles are very neat. In the image industries, you have to deliver the job to the next guy on a silver platter. So, he had us running cables up against the wall and straight as a ruler and… you’re wasting my time, pal. The current has to go from here to there. Quick and dirty is your motto.  

And they’re fun! Sure, your average roadie is stupid, lazy, arrogant and sly but there are some very interesting conversationalists. An afternoon hanging drape goes so much quicker when your workmate is funny. There’s lots more to enjoy, too. It’s gentleman’s light construction, the gear is modular and there’s always something to learn.  

Plus, it’s a theatre of dreams. You run a concert, you’re selling the punter a small slice of heaven. The band are gods. They’re funnier than you, know more friends, go to cooler parties and have better …times. That whole paradigm carries out into the industry. Music types are dreamers. They live large, want a big life, abhor the white picket fence. Heaven knows if they hadn’t lucked into a status job, they’d be in prison, a nuthouse or on the street.  

And that’s my 650 words, see you in the funny papers.