When a job is not a career
I just returned Barbara Taylor Bradford’s newest novel dealing with her “Emma Hart” saga to my local library. A human resource director, one of the novel’s characters, hit a nerve as I listened to the story unfold by reminding me of a couple of my past job experiences. It is painful to be subjected to the nebulous viewpoint of somebody who has no clue about your talent range and, moreover, starts on a sabotage campaign.
Although dignity and respect begin with a job candidate's own self esteem, a sick workplace can erode those feelings — big time.
In the novel, the HR’s initial assessment of a job candidate had little to do with the woman’s outstanding resumé. There was something about the candidate that “just didn’t feel right.” Years ago, a former editor advised me to find a new profession, as he didn’t “feel” I had the stuff of a hard-hitting reporter —this after receiving several journalism awards to my credit. What’s more I looked up to the guy. Life’s lessons are infinite, to be sure. This one taught me to never allow somebody else to define me or kill my dreams.