Moo

Just received a phone call from Newark, DE.  I knew exactly what it was prior to answering but answered it, anyway … in an attempt to maybe put some “slow” on this latest nuisance that’s been introduced to my life.  There was a slight delay after my “Hello” followed by a young lady, an obviously Indian young lady, giving me the standard greeting and asking how my day was going.  My response to this was that I knew exactly why she was calling me and that I could save us both some time by informing her that I had just signed on for a contract job and was not available for other work.  She then completely ignored everything I just told her and started telling me about some contract work that she was looking to fill.

After patiently listening to her well-rehearsed spiel; I, once again, informed this poor girl that I was not available and won’t be available for a year.  This is where things get a bit strange … rather than just giving up, saying something along the lines of, “Sorry to bother you.  Best of luck with your new position and have a nice day.” then ending the call, she asks me to hold, puts me on hold and transfers me to her boss.

The boss – another obvious Indian … male, this time – basically begins the whole process again from the start.  Luckily for me, he understands (or at least believes) what I am saying when I tell him the same thing I was trying to tell the other lady earlier.  This finally ends the call although I’m not getting that wasted time back in my life.

A couple minutes later and I receive an email from the same people I just spoke to.  It’s the standard, pre-formatted, “Urgent” requirement for a “Physical Design Engineer @ Sunnyvale, CA / Austin, TX / Hudson, MA.”  This one’s from a Vaishali Tyagi with Raas Infotek in Newark, DE.  Although it doesn’t explicitly state this, I can – with 100% accuracy – also tell you that this contract job is with HCL (an Indian placement company) for a project that Intel is currently doing.  “How do I know that?” you might ask.  Well, this is FAR from the first time I’ve seen that exact same email.  I’ve probably seen it, or something extremely similar to it, at least 100 times throughout the last year … it never stops.  Hell, whilst typing these last couple paragraphs after that initial phone call I spoke of above, I’ve received a call from a number identified as “Collection” from a “landline in Nevada” that was an Indian guy trying to hook me up with the same job and another call from Newark, DE – the number only varies from that original call I spoke of above by the last two digits – that was yet another Indian guy.  It never ends…

You know, I could just ignore these calls – and I often do – however, I would much prefer a way to end them.  Mind you, this is merely a side-effect of what looking for employment has become these days.  It’s that cottage industry of primarily Indian-based, technical placement companies that has arisen by having the ability to constantly parse contract job postings and potential employees from the myriad of internet-based job boards that now exist.  I guess one should never forget that, in today’s world, we’re all seen as not much more than heads of cattle to our overlords and, at least in the high-tech industries, it appears that India has taken the lead in guiding the herd to the slaughterhouses.  Or maybe that’s just how I see it…?

bis später,

Coriolis