If you are in HR currently you can go fuck yourself.
The initial part of the hiring process has been reduced to a predetermined formula.
I remember a time, not that long ago, that I spoke to a person, not a faceless LAZY computer driven committee.
Back then I was evaluated on my appropriate mode of dress, my professional manner, intelligence and firm grasp of English.
This won me. Time and time again.
It’s gotten so bad that the head of the department I’m aiming for can’t even be bothered to see me. “Go to the website” the hack at the counter says, before returning her eyes to the bottle of nail polish.
“The website”, ugh. It’s so bad that my wife, who knows what she’s talking about suggests that I scan the company’s mission statement and duplicate as many words from it as possible in my online application.
The “H” in HR has become a misnomer, at least as far as the hiring process is concerned.
No wonder that in more recent years members of the HR cabal are clearly unnerved when I enter their cave undaunted.