Life Experience

Covering Letter Crazy

You’re not supposed to copy and paste cover letters when applying for jobs, but when you’re getting as desperate as I am, it’s kind of important to throw as many applications out there as possible. Trouble is, you then start to make mistakes. This morning, I’ve applied for seven administrative roles and I’ve succeeded in accidentally addressing people with the wrong name, saying I’m applying for one job, when it’s actually another. This does more bad than it does good, so I’m taking a break today.

I do find it difficult, and a bit of a pain, however, when you try to apply for a generic office job at minimum wage and the employer has devised such a large maze of an application process that it’s a waste of time and probably not worth it. Through a pile of questions vaguely asking about your personality, to the requirement of writing a two page covering letter, to providing references from the last three years. It’s totally off-putting. I would 100% put my all into an application, if it asked for all of these things, if the job was something that I wanted, something that would take me onto a good career, but when it’s for an office skivvy, it doesn’t come across as worth it. All they want is someone to type up letters and make coffee, why do I need to give you a thousand words explaining why I’m perfect for that role? Maybe it’s to filter out people like me, because there will be people out there who jump through all the hoops for a barely minimum wage (and more often than not, part time) job. Perhaps I’ll do that, when I get completely and utterly desperate.

Life Experience, Work, World

My Job Application to the World

Dear World,

I am Brittany Lee Holmes, a 22 year old Film and Television graduate from Yorkshire. I’m currently working as a sales assistant at two different places – a boutique store in the centre of York and the biggest and best railway museum in the country. This isn’t, however, what I want, understandably. My ultimate goal is to be a writer – fictional, journalistic, factual, anything, whether it’s under my own self-employment or within a company. I have a passion for the written word and feel that because it comes to me naturally, I could be successful with it.

My jobs at the moment are to earn money and gain experience in sales because marketing is an area that I have looked at. I have experience in customer service; making people happy and helping them in any way possible. I can handle cash accurately – something that seems to be becoming outdated and old fashioned now that cards and contactless payments are accessible to mostly everyone. Both of my jobs are on the front line, meeting people that are but strangers to me and dealing with some negativity. This is making me a stronger person. After being a meek teenager in high school and sixth form, working at the forefront of these businesses has made me blossom into a confident 22 year old who isn’t afraid of what people have to say to me, regarding the company that I am working for. The nature of my work means that I encounter complaints and unhappy customers, but after many experiences of this, I have developed a hard shell against it and adopted the mindset that it’s not me personally that they can be angry at. I am the face of the company for that few hours every week and nothing they can say will affect me.

My confidence is booming and after working in a high school for a year, I have perfected my poker face and a tone of voice that can send teenagers packing in an instant. I have learned how to command a room, how to grab the attention of disinterested 12 year olds and how to laugh off immature insults like they were little drops of rain. Not only has my time working in a high school given me a much needed confidence boost, it has also shown me what it’s like to work in a big, bustling environment. The job was varied and often I was expected to undertake tasks for which I’d had no training and I achieved things at that school that I never would have imagined I could achieve. I made a lot of friends at the school from all different departments – teachers, receptionists, health professionals, dinner ladies, principals and it’s really given me an insight into how everything runs and how educational establishments function. The reason I undertook this position was to get a taster of what it was like to work in a school because I’d been considering going into teaching. As it happens, I don’t want to be a teacher (yet) but I count it as a significant part of my life that gave me lots of valuable experience and skills I never knew I could have.

I’m applying to the world, appealing to anyone who should read this blog, in the hope that someone, somewhere will read my words and learn a little about my story. I’m not on the look out for someone to give me a wonderful job (as amazing as that would be) but I want this blogging community to know that yes, I’m working somewhere I wouldn’t necessarily choose and no, I’ve not yet given up hope. I’m writing everyday; I will never give up that dream. I shelved the ambition to be a film director a couple of years ago, but being a writer is something that I can really see myself doing and being successful through it.

So, world, hear me. Hear what my little voice has to say and accept me, take me, find me a place in this cut-throat business and let me be useful. Let me speak to the world and let me be who I am. I’m not a sales assistant, I’m not a teaching assistant, I am a writer, I am Brittany Lee Holmes.

Life Experience

Dear Sir or Madam

I’ll get straight to the point with this one. It’s not the rejection emails that are bothering me (much, but I get it sort of), it’s the ignorance of companies when you don’t even get an acknowledgment of your application. Not even an automated robot sending you an email stating that it’s been received. So here I am, in limbo with eight or nine applications up in the air not knowing whether they’ve been processed or not.

I’ll keep it short. If I’m not suitable for the position, fair enough, totally get it, but please, I am a person who has taken the time to write to you in the hope of joining your company, it’s upsetting to be ignored. Drives me mad in fact and I’ll probably stop visiting your shop.