It was 5 am at the Inn at Spanish Bay in Pebble Beach, CA, a beautiful place and yet I awoke from a nightmare. A young man, like a young Ed Ciccolo from my IBM days in 1966, when we were both 21, couldn't get a job and so some other people and I actively helped him, as he and we found this very upsetting..
We criticised his resume, assembled somehow an audience of mostly young people in an auditorium and asked what they thought, apparently after he had just finished speaking to them about why they should hire him. I called on people who raised their hands with comments of which there were many. (The response being critical of his shortcomings.)
In the car driving from downtown Los Angeles on the Santa Monica Freeway west, somehow from IBM I listened to his manner of speech, He was cockie, talked of striking "oil" and "gold" for others if they hired him (he brought so much to the table that would benefit anyone who would hire him).
Meanwhile, I was intermittently young and generally old, as old as I am today. A Priest, a man in his 70's in appearance, in a Parrish not far from IBM, where we on the IBM baseball team played our fast pitch softball games, was critical of him and claimed we were wasting our time, this guy (Ed) was a loser.
I spoke to a guest from my radio show (1993 - 95), one of the nation's top recruiters (1994 ish) who said the No. 1 objective of every resume is to get an interview, something many people overlook. But in the dream, I worried, not that in the years since this was now different, but that today's technology in larger organizations and some smaller ones, use technology to sort resumes and eliminate people based upon resumes submitted online, using criteria of which I'm not familiar.
As an employer, I had extensive experience in recruitment. But there may be so much I'm not familiar with in today's processes. And I have no way to know without being in the job market or starting and building a company today - or listening to those who are. But as I awoke, I was determined to help this young man (Ed) who I felt had a good heart, a lot of talent and a strong work ethic, if only he got the chance to use it all.
Questions - Was Ed really a young me? Was this an inner fear that at 67 I am out of date in the job market.? Was this an inner fear that if I lost our money, I couldn't get interviews and no-one would hire me? Was this an inner fear that given the expense of the hotel, that we are losing our money? Was this an inner fear that technology is advancing so fast, I am not keeping up?
As I awoke from this nightmare, I asked myself, where is my faith? Where is my belief in God? Where is my belief in the teachings that have been shared with me in prayer and I use as my guide during my prayer processes? I then got and wrote this dream and the many questions down as I calmed myself. And I wondered what ever became of Ed Ciccolo?
Dick
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