As I was nicely getting into the job-hunting stuff, Beverly phoned me – she’s the one who’s been working in HR. She wanted to know whether I’d be free to join in an ad-hoc brainstorming session at her house that afternoon with some of the others. Tony, Susie and Ben had already agreed. She hadn’t heard back from Jason yet. I agreed and wrote down her address and postcode, but I was a bit miffed that I was the last to be asked. I must ask Helen if my breath smells.
Later – that afternoon at Beverly’s house
Beverly lived in an old, three-storey, imposing semi-detached house on the outskirts of Manchester – Altrincham way. I’d needed to change from train to Metrolink tram, but it was a pleasant journey. I used it to flesh out, in my mind, an idea that I’d been toying with since our meeting after the seminar.
We met in her living room – large with high ceilings that had period covings and details. Her large bay window looked out on a main road. The furnishings spoke of money and taste – the two don’t always go together. Her children were at school and her husband was at work. Her Mum would be picking the children up from school and giving them their tea – a bit like Helen’s Mum does for us. I was second to arrive. But the others had further to travel. Jason was otherwise engaged.
As we waited for the others, we talked about where we were up to with our respective situations. It seemed as if Beverly and I were on the same page. She confirmed what I’d read about how little time recruiters can give to weeding out no-hopers. She said that sometimes there could be as many as a thousand applications for a single post, and there could be half-a-dozen posts being advertised at any one time. She explained the procedure her staff had been following. At least our company seemed to acknowledge all applications – even the rejected ones: few companies seemed to do that these days, she said. For those applications that pass the initial sifting, she described the discussions with interested colleagues; the filing; and the correspondence that usually accompany the shortlisting process.
I asked her on what basis initial applications were rejected. It wasn’t as bad as I’d thought – things like illiteracy, incomplete information, or not being suitably qualified could be quickly spotted. She admitted that, amongst those without the specified qualifications, there would be some who would probably be otherwise suitable, but there were usually too many applications to spend time looking for those exceptions.
When the others arrived, Beverly played hostess and brought in tea, coffee and biscuits. Susie and I lent a hand in her surprisingly large modern kitchen for the age of the house.
Once we were settled, she asked us whether any of us had come up with any thoughts about the cooperative idea. I was the only one who was ready to spin a suggestion, but I said that I could already see some practical snags arising from the whole idea; and that these would need to be discussed and sorted before I could stop job-hunting for the time being.
I told them that my idea involved both software development and an associated physical product. It would require multi-disciplinary co-operation and, to that extent, would fit in with the idea of a cooperative organisation. I said, that for my product, I had a theoretical sort of algorithm to use as a basis.
For the initial stage I said that we’d need the services of an IT whizz to develop an App: I looked at Ben. For my idea of a physical storage product, we’d need the services of a designer with computer aided design skills: I looked at Tony. We could buy-in 3D printing. To promote such products, we’d ideally like some help with website design to get search engine optimisation – high visibility to the target market: this time I looked at Susie. We’d need to get legal advice on patents and copyright and this would probably need to be outsourced. Perhaps Jason could provide accountancy help us to keep from over trading or similar and, given the costs of paying everyone involved we’d need to price the products so as to reap an early payback to stay profitable. As an umbrella for all this, as a group we’d probably need HR expertise. I looked at Beverly.
Todays’ image is another in a series of photographs of London that I shall be featuring until sometime in January. I took this shot around sunrise from a rooftop of One New Change, a shopping arcade that is across the street from St Paul’s Cathedral. The image is of the skyline looking approximately SSW to SW across the River Thames.
The EXIF Data for the featured photo are as follows: Pentax K-1, 36 MP full-frame camera with a 15-30 mm f/2.8 lens at 30 mm and f/11 The shutter speed was 1/6 secs and the ISO was 100. The camera was tripod-mounted and the post-processing was in Lightroom.