I have not been keeping up with this as was preparing for a job interview yesterday for a job I clearly haven't got, as they always let their 1st choice know within 24 hours. I am on unpaid leave from a major international concern since moving with dh's job 6 months ago. Fine that they want to choose someone else, but this is the 3rd suitable, vacancy that I've applied for now, and there's something almost offensive about getting passed over. I'm sure there are lots of bright people around, but I've got 16 years of great and relevant experience, and annual appraisals that all say I'm bloody marvellous. I have an oxbridge degree, a finance masters, I've never got less than an A for anything in my whole life, I have an IQ of 146 fgs! I took my O levels when I was 14, I speak 5 languages fluently including mandarin, and can get by in another 3 or 4. I don't look weird - I used to be a model when I was doing those O-levels. I can express myself - I used to string for the economist. I'm not strange - I have lots of friends, a husband, 3 well-adjusted children, a well-trained dog .
Excuse my language but I'm f**cking furious, and I think they're all so brainwashed with stupid management lingo that they just can't see the wood for the trees. I mean, assuming all the above was true (it is, honestly), wouldn't you just think I was an asset to the organisation and stick me back in somewhere rather than holding an interview and then hmming and hahing about 'perhaps her answer about strategic review processes could have been more convincing' or whatever codswallop they've been saying to each other, while patting themselves on their hideous high-street-draylon-suit-clad backs, about their 'rigorous processes' and 'highest calibre personnel'.
Rant over. I'm mostly pissed off as was looking forward to buying myself new Choos, Anglomania suits, and a holiday in the Maldives, with my new-found salary .
Not to mention the fact that my lovely Armani suit, calf-length shearling Joseph coat and red suede Tods were clearly so far above their style radar that I might as well have been in outer space.
I am actually all red and snarly now, like this: