musings

A new trend in the art of applicant rejection: phone them up at 9am (when they're obviously still sleeping, tsk! Not as if we have a job!) and ask them to phone you back. They do so, thinking "is this it?" and then you tell them they didn't get the job. They were a very very strong applicant (aren't I always?) but you chose someone with more... experience.
Well goodie for them.

And you wonder why, what you do it for. Because, let's face it, a psych job isn't exactly high up there in the list of "most enjoyable professions according to objective standards"...
- You'll be earning less than you would if you worked in another sector with your degree.
- You constantly have to question yourself, your motives, your actions, your behaviour and carefully choose your words. There's no escaping from yourself.
- The people you work for are generally not grateful for your efforts and often look down on you.
- If you get it wrong, you can bet your ass you'll be hearing about it for years after.
- You hear horrible stories and deal with people who've done horrible things.
- You deal with contempt, boredom, cynicism, hysteria, unpleasant sexual remarks, abuse and aggression on a daily basis.
- People will kill themselves and others will blame *you* for it. You might blame you for it.

So why do I want a job like this?? Why did I study five years for this? Why do other people keep applying for these kinds of jobs, just like me, in desperation?
Because it's a calling...
No sane person would want a job like this, but we do.

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