The pages keep turning.
Discrimination. Apparently, that happens when companies make it compulsory for job seekers, especially local graduates, to be proficient in a third language.
I cannot help but think that that is the least of our worries. I think that there are equally as many jobs that do not require you to launch into an inter-company debate in Mandarin, or have French translation skills to differentiate between dijonnaise and vichyssoise.
English, however, needs to rank at the top of the list, and understandably so.
In any case, I think it has become a norm for recruiters to now include this new piece of requirement in their advertisements, usually in big, red letters, in bold:
“9-5 attitude need not apply.”
Hmm. Does that mean that you:
- have to be at work at an ungodly hour of 10 pm to 6 am instead?
- need to forget entirely about your social life as you clock in twelve hours at work for the twenty-fifth day running?
- can grace the workplace with your presence when and as you like it?
My mind loves to mull over the myriad possibilities arising from that particular prerequisite, but the result is always the same: it points me back to item two in the above list. Then, I would wonder – is that not a blatant disregard of the employment laws we already have in place?
The fact that this is slowly becoming a norm, slowly becoming more accepted when it comes to the realm of job recruitment, is just worrying. That you are expected to work twelve hours a day, inclusive of weekends, for three months straight. That you are expected to be there whenever duty calls – which, unfortunately, is, almost every day of the week. That you are expected to not complain nor say no because this has already been laid out clearly to you in the first place.
I am not talking about jobs that require you to save the world. This requirement also applies to seemingly harmless jobs like multimedia designers and programmers – it is probably just the company that needs saving, I guess, before it gets slapped with a five-million-dollar lawsuit.
But it is a chain reaction. You save the company, you save yourself.
Sure, you can take it or leave it. Greener pastures. The grass probably smells fresher on the other side. But for many others, choice may not be even an option.
(Yes, I like my working hours to be predictable, and be, at most, nine hours. Anything more than that, and I am going to fry my eyeballs out.)
Work is becoming insane once again. Losing it, losing it.