Wednesday, February 25, 2009
We interrupt this program for a report from the cold, hard pavement outside your window.
A jobseeking friend invited me to join her at a Women for Hire Career Fair at the Sheraton New York.
Thinking it might provide a palpable insight into the current state of the nation for my FastCompany blog, I hastily printed out my resume as required (complete with a nice glaring typo - doh!) and jumped in a cab to make it by curtain call.
On arriving at 1.15pm - the cut off time for entry and 45 minutes before the advertised closing time - I saw a line longer than a queue for free immortality with front row tickets to U2 thrown in.
It started at the 7th Ave subway station and weaved around two sides of a very, very long block.
"GIT IN LINE MOMMY, WE BEEN WAITIN' 2 HOURS," said a gal when I tried to politely ask if "this really was the line expecting to get in by 2pm?"
"You can't line up anymore, most of these people ain't gettin' in," she said. Flashback to my Not Getting Into The Chanel Mobile Art Exhibition x 10000.
I fantasized for a moment about boldly cutting in front of her and instantly biff! pow! aaarrrgh! starring in my own manga comic.
I wandered all the way to the back of the line - a long hike - gaping at what I saw: people bundled up in the sunny but freezing air, clutching resumes and portfolios for as far as the eye could see. The stipulation about "smart business attire, no jeans, sweats, sneakers" seemed moot.
"It's the first time they've allowed men in," said one man waving his resume. He looked at the envelope in my hand. "Now why wouldja want to fold your resume?"
I asked if I could film him. He suddenly turned steely. "No you cannot. I charge $400 an hour for that." There were teeth.
"Never seen anything like this before, some people been waiting since 6am," said a policeman, blowing into his hands.
He pointed to a guy in very un-business like attire - unless you consider playing baseball a business - but at least the wind wasn't biting at his core. "No-one after that guy in the blue jacket is getting in."
I looked at the long, snaking trail of pure patience following the guy in the blue jacket.
"Why are they still standing there?"
"We told 'em, they're not listenin'."
Well, they say persistence pays off - my friend had been waiting since 11.15am and got in at 1.40pm - with frozen feet that still hadn't thawed by the time she got home to Jersey City that evening. "My feet are still killing me," she said later on the phone.
After filming the line, I returned to the lobby and eavesdropped on conversations as people left the fair.
"Did anyone think that was worth it?" said a women loudly as people spilled out of the elevator.
"Not worth a two-hour wait freezin' your titties off," replied another, out of earshot of the recruiters.
"Tiny room, everyone jammed together, company reps telling us to go check out the website ... what was the point?"
The organizers should have known that in this economy, the event would be utterly swamped and held it at the Javitz Center or restricted entry - something.
What about speed interviewing - like speed dating, allowing each of the thousands of people their 3 minutes? Do the math:
* 3000 people x 3 minutes/60 = 150 hours of interviews
* 150 hours/40 companies = 3.75 hours on average for the entire event, plus minus a couple of hours leeway.
Or, what about having employers bundle up and stroll down the line talking to prospectives, who would hold up a card with their company of choice? What about thinking laterally about this? Better that than allow people already looking for work to suffer such discomfort and indignity.
"No solicitation" was the order of the day, yet in this climate, vendors selling hot coffee and cookies down the line would have been welcome, entrepreneurial and entirely appropriate, as is the norm in third world countries. And looking at the length of this line, I could barely tell what country I was in ...
Now, we return you to your $450K job with bonuses.