August
2006
The future of Romanian low-ed employment
I have a CV posted on a jobhunt site. I posted it a few years ago, during a particularly stressful period of my life as a hospital psychologist, and forgot about it after the situation got better.
This spring, they sent me a letter asking if I wanted to be notified if a company viewed my CV, and I said yes. I occasionally get a note about bank X or pharmaceutical company Y being interested in me, I see their working hours/ salary/ requirements don’t match with what I would like to see to actually contact them back and life goes on. Today, however, a different species of corporate animal raised its head from my inbox - a call center.
Dude. Just the idea of meter-wide cubicles full of graveyard shift working apatethic zombies makes my skin crawl. And I don’t care that they want me for a supervising job. (because this includes monitoring how much time each employee has spent in the bathroom - no, I’m not kidding - and spying randomly on the employees conversations with the clients - to “assess and increase productivity” ). I’ll stay with my ocasionally smelly, most of the time crazy patients, thankyouverymuch.
On a lighter note - I’d give a try to this call-center as a supervisor. Looks like fun 
Ugh I could NEVER work in a call center. First off I hate talking on the phone. Secondly I hate office nazis and would never want to be one. I’m a firm believer in letting people govern themselves. As long as they get the work done, who cares how long you spend in the bathroom? Offering incentives makes for a more positive influence than breathing down people’s necks.
I’ve worked in call centres, and you’ve totally got the whole thing pegged. I just got an involuntary shudder thinking about it again. Ugh!