If you're going to call yourself a "web producer", surely you could take the time to learn a little about the field in which you work? I would expect a "TV producer" to know the difference between 16:9 and 4:3 aspect ratios. A web producer who doesn't know what an iframe is, and hides behind "oh I'm not technical", is not fit for purpose. Show some professional curiosity fercrissake.
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It's no secret I'm no fan of recruitment consultants. They're up there with estate agents in being leeches on society that provide no value while scraping off their percentage. Their inability to understand social norms is infuriating. The way they don't seem to understand that talking about your career over the phone in an open plan office isn't really convenient is just bizarre, though as a class they seem unable to carry out a conversation by email.
Jeremy Champion takes the audacity and rudeness to new heights. My LinkedIn profile is very explicit:
Telemarketers for conferences do NOT have permission to contact me. Recruitment consultants do NOT have permission to contact me.
You can't get much clearer than that. Which is what makes the note I just received from Jeremy Champion of Connect Digital, a recruiter, so infuriating.
Hi Simon- I read the note at the bottom of you page :) Sure I am a recruiter, although am after some help please if yuou don't mind. A client of mine is looing for a Web Analytics Manager to head up a new team within a leading Search Agency. Any chance you might be able to refer anyone to me please.
So not only does he go against my extremely simple, explicit request, he admits to reading it and just plowing on ahead anyway. Jeremy, welcome to my recruiter blacklist. This list is for those who go above and beyond even their shoddy class in terms of ethics and rude behaviour.
Josephine's Cheese, given your site has no contact information, and doesn't even display the product I bought, I'll have to howl into the aether and assume you'll find it when I SEO your arse (given Google doesn't even see your image-only site, that won't be hard).
So I bought your "Traditional Goat's Cheese in Ash" last week. It was delicious. Unfortunately your packaging is abysmal. After very carefully peeling off the label, you're presented with this tube of squished cheese. If you take care from this point, and happen to have scissors or a sharp knife handy, you can just about get a single blob of cheese out ready to serve. More likely you'll end up with more like a tube of cheese toothpaste squirted out onto your serving location.
Great cheese. I won't buy it again in this packaging. Buy your competitors' products and learn.
I'm getting rid of my landline. And no, not just to avoid the Telstra tax, but because the people who call land lines have no social graces. The only people who call landlines are old people and telemarketers.
Telemarketers are scum and I don't want to talk with them, especially since our number is on the Do Not Call list and they're willing to ignore that (yes I know you're a charity, but that doesn't give you an excuse for rudeness).
Old people have no understanding of the social graces modern technology allows. They think the primary advantage of a mobile phone is that the caller can contact the callee anywhere, anytime. The real advantage of mobiles is the ability to switch it off and divert to voicemail, to deal with later. My Mum answers the phone during dinner, during her favourite (untimeshifted) TV shows, any time it rings. Hell, she's polite to telemarketing scum.
Old people don't get this. Yesterday I had one trying to call me while I'm at work. I rejected the call and diverted to voicemail. He hangs up without calling leaving a message. He calls the home phone, where Holly and Louis get woken up, massively improving everyone's mood. It goes to the answering machine. The caller doesn't leave a message. And redials the home phone. Then calls my mobile again.
Now granted, in a genuine emergency this might be reasonable, but if I pick up the phone in these circumstances and there's no emergency, don't get all offended when I tell you to stop being so rude and hang up.
But the oldies don't get it. They're PAYING to talk to you, so you should answer. They come from a time before texts, voicemail, answering machines. Hell my Mum's first home phone was a "party line" shared with half the street so they didn't even have privacy.
So I'm gonna reduce the options. I've had no luck getting the message through that serial dialling isn't on, so I'm dropping the home phone. I'll use voip for cheaper outbound calls. And no, if you're over 50 you don't get to have my work landline number either.
Why are all IT recruiters:
- English? Almost every one of them.
- Completely unable to communicate in any method other than the telephone?
- Unable to accept any format other than MS Word. Even for Web and Linux jobs?
I don't get it. My theory on the last two is that they're mostly not very good at computers, hence their career choice of leeching off those who are. Why their all poms, not a clue.
There are some honourable exceptions to this, but they're thin on the ground.
Anyway, I'm after work. Interesting web stuff. Copy writing. Integration. Production. Freelance, contract, permanent.
Now I thought I'd become suitably curmudgeonly with age, what with still using a text-mode email client and grumbling about HTML posts. But it's always good to know there's someone better at something than you. Gives you something to strive for.
Enter Tom Ellard's Soggy The Sailor rant. I bow before the master.