Kids, read this.

Learn this. Treat it like the Bible, or your life will be Hell.
http://www.asktheheadhunter.com/
 
I have finally figured out what the heck is going on with the job market.

What's the scoop, Arch?

Employers don't want~ to micromanage a bunch of cookie-cut college graduates. They want competent problem-solvers able to sell them a win-win service. They don't care about your skills or education; they want the $bottom $line.

That means instead of applying for an office job~, I'm going to research how companies use software...then I'm going to measure how much time the company wastes doing tasks the computer could do...and finally, I'll measure how long it would take me to create the software. Yes, I'll create my own job, and know exactly how profitable it is.

It's kind of like going from QuickBasic to C#. Instead of Microsoft managing your code (which guarantees a low-quality result), you manage your code -- which guarantees the potential of a high-quality result.

Now I know how to approach employers, because I know what they expect: results. That's so much easier to please than some supervisor's ego. Isn't it?

I'm severely disappointed.

The typical networker isn't willing to stop a foolish college student in their tracks and correct them. When you say, "I'm looking for a job" they react with thoughts like, "Why should I help you? I don't even know you. What if you're crazy?" and refer you to a personnel department. You end up in the corporate machine that way; someone else figures out what problems the company needs solved, and they tell you to do it.

I consider it a duty as a Christian to correct others when they're wrong. I can't fathom why networkers mislead and deceive children into pursuing the American Employment Standard, and I'm not going to because these jerks are not where I want to be. I'm going to clean up your mess, scold you, and hold you accountable. And here I thought I had problems worrying about meeting people.

Rule #1. Thou shalt not lead thy children to Satan.

That~ will be the deciding factor of whether I do business with you. If you network and tell kids to do the resume-interview process, then I am going to irrevocably cut you out of my social circle. I am not demanding you to correct every kid, but if you never correct them, then how do you know if they're teachable? So read me loud and clear: do not mislead or deceive children.

No one feels safer when the devil gets another mule.

And quit acting like you're the only one who can't trust others. No one trusts you yet either. Oops. I guess you can't expect others to always make the first move. If you fail to use the opportunity a naieve job-seeker presents when they interrupt your urgent, important life, then you have no reward. If you love those who love you, what reward do you have?

Rule #2. Thou shalt not pretend the abused don't exist.

The second rule I'm going to shove onto you is this. You're not going to toss around your conservative crap from a position of financial security anymore.

You're never~ going to say, "A person is where he is in life because of his own decisions."

If you expect others to be Viktor Frankl to be in your social circle, then you can go to Hell. Frankl (from Covey's The Seven Habits) was a Jew who effectively handled the trauma he suffered at the hands of the Nazis. When he won his freedom, he used it. Anyone who expects~ a gassed Jew to be nice or loving has a severe mental disorder.

It's not up to the abused to explain to you people that they've been through a lot...that they aren't like you...that they don't know what they don't know. If you don't like being a parent, why do you breathe? You live for yourself, regardless of how many professional long-term relationships you've developed. It's sad. All that power and you waste it becoming another forgotten statistic.

It's up to you to create a convincing argument as to why you're not going to help someone who needs your help. America needs good workers. God needs good leaders. If you're not going to do either of these things, then get the hell out of my country.

Nuff' said.