Much like foozeball, job searching can be the Devil.
You start full of vim, vigour and other energetic words beginning with ‘v’ (vitality! Ah ha!), only to have your confidence and enthusiasm slowly drained as time passes and more and more employers fail to respond.
Even worse are the occasions where they seem to have decided salt in the wound just isn’t enough and add a little lemon juice: long ago, I applied for a sub editing job, to be turned down via an email which contained a spelling mistake. I idly wondered whether it was purposeful and they’d hacked every respondent’s web cam just to see their reactions upon receipt. If so, I imagine popcorn would have been served and bets made as to the likelihood of the destruction of computer screens and weeping.
That’s why I, paradoxically, always appreciate the much-dreaded ‘failed to shortlist’ email; even though it contains bad news, at least you’re hearing something and no longer wondering whether Google has become sentient, developed an intense dislike of your constant YouTube searches for ‘Red Panda’s Playing’ and swallowed all your application emails.
Apparently, this is a modern phenomenon; my elders and wisers advise me it would be considered the height of ill manners not to reply to a job applicant back in the day – fall out, I suppose, from our internet savvy age where a job vacancy can attract up to 200 applications. But surely, in said age, even an automated email destroying the applicant’s hopes and dreams would suffice?
So I say, even to the employer who told me when I was 22 that the secretarial job wasn’t for me because they wanted ‘someone for life’ (ominous), thanks for letting me know – it’s just good manners, innit.