Sometimes I have to (so to speak) to raise the level of seriousness of this blog, not for you eh (which did not notice the difference), for me, so I feel pussy.
In recent months of new life, I have ventured into the wonderful world of finding a job in a country that is not mine, where they speak a language that is not mine, that I understand enough and that parlocchio (this is the part where I feel pussy).
Now, I'm in Italy I had the great fortune of being hired (permanent) after the first interview I did, I mean the first ever, and exclusive! The company I liked (the same field that I studied annnni, so the degree is :-)) I just returned from England and wanted to return to live with friends, a good girl independent. Therefore independent from the economic point of view, which I did immediately take the opportunity (I think I would have done well Stao if it were a place of any other kind). There, now I believe that the bill has been presented 4 years later. There is the law of retaliation, for antithesis? That one! I do not even remember how many interviews I did and how I sent CV.
I'm not here to go into details, but shows you the highlights:
- 3 talks in 3 different companies, the 'interviewers' arrived with the beauty of 45 minutes late, no apology;
- here they always ask how much money you want to pay. Say normal. But here you go downward. If there is a seat available and two of us to do the interview, and I want to say 1000 € and the other says 900, take the other, regardless of ability and experience;
- for a company I have done, in order: psicotest of 4 and a half hours, with games of skill, intelligence, mental arithmetic such as' the square root of 32 percent to 0.2 3728282.92928 ', English test, test of French language and personality test of 300 questions, in Portuguese, as' have you ever considered suicide? has frequent mood swings? you rather be an architect or interior designer?' ; clearly appears to have a profile similar to that of serial killers and then I passed. After 2 weeks they called me to do an interview, in Portuguese, in 2000 when they asked me things and I also showed the Rorschach inkblots, the past too. After another 2 weeks another interview, this entirely in English before. I have virtually taken, but they have moved the project start date in early March, so I'll wait until the end of next month to have the 'Last Judgement'. Ah, they asked me to tell them if in the meantime I found a job. Ehhh well, mavaffffanxxxx language in which the three do I have to write in the mail?!
- to an interview I found the person that you would not want you to interview. What he had some Italian friends. What I think I know Italian, and says 'if you UOL posaum falare italiauono' and you, politely tell him that you do not need, but he insists, and then you are talking for an hour without understanding un'emerita Ceppa of what you say and you wanted to strangle him because he also wants you to respond in Italian, although it is clear that he does not understand anything!
- I send 200 hp. At least 100 companies have asked me if I'd send in their standards, with attached Word or pdf file to compile (at least half a day lost for each). I mean, they did the European format for something, right??
- I went even in a secondary school where he teaches a friend of mine needed a person with my skills, so I tried. I arrived at 10 am and the children were coming down from the buses and at that time (I would not say nonsense, but I went to school at 8:30)! A Dogna way, I heard from outside a lot of noise coming from the building, such as music and songs. I went and saw a stage, with a sort of Kledy (or whatever his name, that of Maria De Filippi) poor dancing and singing and a hundred kids who copy the movements, such as a holiday village. And I thought, 'Look, I caught a day when they party!'. Hehe, here falls and the ass! I checked and know that it is?!?! they do every morning! vent to the youngsters before class! Now the question arises: what will we smell in the classroom during class?!
Well I assure you that these are only excerpts.
Alas, I must say that the job situation here is waaay worse than in Italy, certainly more precarious, wages are much lower (of course life is not very expensive) and the crisis of feeling here. Therefore, only one Oscar would leave a job in Italy to search for one here :-).
