The Jackal is out looking for prey uh err…new jobs. Or maybe I should say, the Jackal is hunting on the Serengeti plains of Silicon Valley.
One of the first places he goes is old carrion for me. I worked there for three months back in 2008. It had the promise of being a strategic HR job but the reality was that it was a pure administrative and tactical position. In fact tactical was the high-end of this loser. But 2 plus years have passed and the person who was my successor ended up being fired either by a mutiny of her crew or a mandate from the admiralty.
Who knows for sure. When I left……. I left. No looking back.
Now the job is finally that HR VP level that I recommended in between doing data input to what passed as an HR database but had no connection to payroll (so double entry).
Hoo Haw!
So the jackal is in there nosing around dead carcass. The job which reported to finance when I was insitu now reports to another exec. So maybe no more Ms Payroll yelling at HR when they (me) made a data input mistake.
But in my opinion, dated though it is, is that this carcass is rotten. Eat of it and you’ll quickly be sick. I mean when you go in for the very first interview shouldn’t you meet with your potential boss??????
Nope. You get to bottom feed with the troops most of whom have no idea what the job entails.
But any job hunt is a roll of the dice. Now and then you just have to follow the track of the prey and if it ends up being rancid, then just move on. Bad meat is bad meat. Of course Jackals are scavengers so one beasts rancid meat is another beasts fine dining experience.
There is nothing the Jackal won't eat
