Job Hunting

 Zion Press – “Algorithms are never wrong”, thought Michelle as she posted her resume on a site that looked promising. She never figured that at this point in her life, she would be actively looking for a job, but here she was, putting her resume out there for all to see, investigate, and ultimately, ignore. Hundreds of websites promised results, and more than one or two were willing to teach her all kinds of secrets for making money while doing nothing.

Being the skeptical soul she was, Michelle passed on those, knowing the only way they made anyone money was the one selling the secret, but only the first one. The next one would come at an additional price, and then the next four at four additional installments, and she still wouldn’t have any information.

But the algorithms should know the difference between warehouse work from 3 a.m. to 11 a.m. vs. a work from home position, right? Of course she wouldn’t get ads, texts and emails offering work now for a job she had no interest in, had never expressed interest in, and was pretty sure delivering packages for de Nile wouldn’t do her car much good. Nor, for that matter, would DoorRun, ChewPew (delivering exclusively to churches) or StampFriends.

Confidently, she posted her resume on another not so sketchy looking site. And within 10 minutes had offers for StampFriends, DoorRun and, of course, de Nile.

(This may or may not be an accurate representation of job hunting in your 40s!)

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