Monthly Archive for January, 2007

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job search advice: don’t stab your way to the top

Yes, sometimes it can be hard to stand out at a job interview. You’re eager to make sure that you’re the candidate who they remember after a long day of interviewing. Feel free to trumpet your achievements in an interview, or even mention that time you got voted Most Likely to Succeed. But don’t follow the path of this job seeker, because he stabbed a fellow applicant.

Let’s make this one thing clear. Save the Assistants does not condone stabbing of any kind. That includes backstabbing, frontstabbing, and repeatedly thrusting a shiv into someone’s limp, bleeding body while he begs for mercy. So, if the corporate job hunt proves to be too much and you feel the urge to knife the competition, do not say we didn’t warn you.

is your boss on this list?

For your perusal: the ten biggest douchebags of 2006, starring such luminaries as Donald Trump, Michael Richards, Madonna, and Brandon “Greasy Bear” Davis. Can these douchebags hold a candle to your boss? Or, what if one of these douchebags is your boss?

(By the way, if you are Danny Bonaduce’s personal assistant, PLEASE CONTACT US. Seriously. We have a lot to talk about.)

stockholm syndrome

It took me months to finally quit my job. Months. My friends tried to talk to me about quitting – actually, they told me point blank, “you need to quit your job.” Even my dad was worried. “You sound really stressed out every time I talk to you.” But I kept telling myself to hang on just a little bit longer… just another month… another week… It’ll pay off because my boss said she would help me get ahead! Uh huh. You get the picture.

When I finally did quit, I did it in the most gracious, non-aggressive way I could think of. I even pre-quit by telling my boss on a Friday that I was giving my official notice the following Monday. Incidentally, I spent the week leading up to that Friday of Pre-Quitting/Freedom getting everything in order in case she decided to boot me out of the building immediately.

My boss had broken major promises to me and had made my life a living hell at times, but I still felt compelled to exit carefully, with no sudden movements. I even felt really bad about quitting on her and worried about what would happen if I wasn’t around to take care of things. After all of her mood swings, dishonesty and bullshit, why did I bother?

Two words: Stockholm syndrome. I sympathized with my captor. I was like fucking Patty Hearst, armed with a deeply rooted sense of false hope instead of a machine gun.

Learn to recognize this phenomenon, people. But remember that those of us who are experiencing it often can’t admit it. You need to be gentle, supportive, maybe even a little subversive. Send them job listings, for example. Or a link to this site (just sayin’).

But above all, no sudden movements. Sometimes the victim can sympathize so deeply with their captor that they essentially become an extension of said captor. Therefore, they may lash out, cause harm, do things not of their own mind. Being an assistant can be a dangerous business, as you can tell from some of the stories you read here. Tread carefully and let us know how it goes.

here’s your bonus! (just kidding)

I have access to my boss’ email. These emails started flying back and forth this week from all the management people about whether they were going to give out bonuses. First, like, did they just think about this now? It’s January! All my friends got their bonuses like three weeks ago! Second, they ended up deciding NOT to give bonuses. Period. I think this is such bullshit. I mean, we didn’t hit all of our “revenue targets” for this year, but it is NEVER a good idea to piss off your employees. You’re going to end up spending a lot of money on hiring soon, because everyone is going to be so mad when they get the official word that there are no bonuses. They spent all this money throwing a nice holiday party, but you know what? We’d all rather have the money! I am so pissed, especially when I think about how much stuff my boss gets to expense!  -Submitted by Nikki, New York City

a dictionary of douchebagginess

Here’s a guide to understanding what my boss is talking about:

A woman’s breasts: “Flotation devices”

A yarmulke: “A Hanukkah beaner thing” 

Anyone who disagrees with him: “psycho person”; “crazy person”

Anyone he has known for more than three seconds: “buddy”

Anyone who is being nice to him in order to sell him something: “my friend”

Me: “my secretary”

Personal dinners, purchases, vacations, etc: “a work expense”

- Submitted by Samantha, Washington, DC

you’re a SLAAAAVE to your job

So, I’m at 34th street going into that Starbucks up the platform from Penn Station, when I look over and see/hear, from this young-ish, clean-ish-looking, clean-shaven, normal-ish-looking guy on a sidewalk bench, mid-sentence, at the very, very top of his lungs (as if he were being “sucked under” or “taken”  and this was his last breath, like some archvillain’s dying words or something): 
“….and that kid’s name was JESUS!!!!…HERE TO FREE THE SLAVES!!!! SLAVES!!!!! YOU’RE ALLLLLL SLAVES!!!!  ALLLL SLAVES!!!! SLAAAVES!!!!!!”
I mean literally at the MOST humanly-possible-top of his lungs, right there by the bus stop on 34th, totally clean-looking and normally-dressed, the last person you’d ever expect to see yelling at the top of his lungs about jesus in public.  He was gone by the time I came out of Starbucks, but it literally cannot be overemphasized how loud he was yelling ”Slaves! you’re all slaaaves!”, at every passer-by while otherwise calmly sitting on the public bench. I wanted to say something back to him, like, about how I wasn’t a slave, but the truth is I was. I was on my way back to my crappy assistant job where my boss was an idiot and I didn’t make enough money to ever be able to quit. It was all I could do not to join him and scream SLAVES right alongside him. Maybe he was the guy who had had my job before me…come to think of it, there was a resemblance…     -Submitted by Greg, New York City

survival guide: want a new job? work it.

For those of you whose New Year’s resolutions included, “find new job, stat”, you might be surprised to know that studies have shown that less than 10% of new jobs are found in the classified ads (print or online). For those of you in New York, Mediabistro.com and Publisher’s Lunch’s job board are pretty good tools, but the rest of the country is still searching on Craig’s List and Monster.com. Hundreds of people looking at the same job decreases your chances of getting it, no?

Networking is probably the single best thing you can do to help yourself get ahead. I don’t mean shmoozing – no kissing ass, people. Networking means keeping that fine line between socializing and professionalism intact. My partner in crime here at STA, Lilit, is exceptionally good at networking so I’ve decided to interview her.

Ashley: So, Lilit, why is it important for people to network?

Lilit: Because people get complacent. You know your coworkers, you have established relationships with them… sometimes you need variety. You need to meet new people, see how other companies work, and be exposed to different ideas. And since you should never sleep with any of your coworkers, you have to go outside the office if you ever want to get laid.

Ashley: Touché. Okay, so nobody likes a suck-up. What, in your opinion, is the difference between shmoozing and networking?

Lilit: If you just walk around the room having two-minute conversations with people and handing out business cards, you’re shmoozing. The best way to network at an event is to have meaningful conversations with a couple of people and really make a personal connection. If you end up holding a stack of cards at the end of the night, you probably don’t remember half the people who gave them to you. If you come out of a networking event with one really good new relationship, then you’ve done way more to help yourself out in the long run than if you just get brief face time with everyone.

Ashley: Good point.

Lilit: People can see through suck-ups. There’s nothing worse at a party than the person who sidles up to you, asks where you work, and if they don’t find your answer appealing enough, they walk away. As a personal rule, if I meet someone who works at a publication I want to freelance for, I would never tell them that on first meeting. If we end up becoming friends, I might eventually ask them for advice or if I can use their name in my query letter. But no one wants to feel used.

Ashley: Yeah, and nobody wants to be a douche either. Before you go to a networking event, do you have any goals in mind? Or do you find things tend to happen more organically?

Lilit: I think having vague goals is okay. Your goals should be more along the lines of “I need to be willing to introduce myself to someone I don’t know even though it scares me” rather than “I must meet at least four people in an hour.” Your goals should be about what you expect from yourself, not about what you expect from others.

Ashley: Excellent point. You’ve got this networking thing down. Does that sound suck-uppy?

Lilit: No, but only because I know you.

Ashley: Heh. Any advice on post-event follow-up etiquette?

Lilit: If you feel like you had a good connection with someone, follow up within a few days. Suggest something casual like grabbing a drink at happy hour. It’s useful to reference something from the party, like “when you told me about your boss’ funny habit of chewing on pens during important meetings, I noticed one of the VPs here does the same thing” or “thanks for recommending that job search web site, it was really helpful.”

Ashley: Sounds like dating, with less potential for embarassment.

Lilit: I think the follow-up should be the same amount of time as after a first date. It’s a good rule of thumb.

Ashley: Well, Ms. Marcus, thank you very much for your time. Any parting words?

Lilit: Don’t think of networking as networking. Think of it as just another party.

Ashley: And don’t be a douche.

Lilit: Exactly. Don’t be that assistant. And don’t get hammered.

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For more useful information on networking, check out CareerJournal.com’s article, “If You Want a New Position, Start Networking Now”. You can find it here.

survival guide: the press reaches out to evil bosses

Apparently the trend in monitoring bad boss behavior is slowly spreading. Yesterday’s Wall Street Journal featured an article on three things that managers can do in the new year to help their “underlings” respect them more, titled “Recall the Mistakes of Your Past Bosses So You Can Do Better”. Sadly it’s only available to subscribers online, but if you find a copy of yesterday’s WSJ, it’s in the Marketplace section. Here’s a snippet:

“Still compiling New Year’s resolutions? Don’t forget this one: ‘manage my subordinates better’.

You probably have made and broken that pledge before because you were unsure how to begin the process. But you can improve your managerial skills by identifying and avoidng supervisory blunders committed by your past bosses, good and bad.”

It’s nice that someone’s reaching out to those goofy old tyrants.

In today’s San Francisco Chronicle, we have an article entitled “Mangling Managers: Survey finds workers mistrust bosses”. According to a survey conducted by Florida State University College of Business, 39% of employees said their supervisors failed to keep promises, 37% failed to give credit when due, and 24% said their supervisor invaded their privacy. Sound familiar? Read on.

workplace distraction: courteney cox’s asshole, a work of fiction

We’ve got some light reading for you today, thanks to Reader Rogelio in Denver. It’s a heartwarming short story written from the perspective of Courteney Cox-Arquette’s assistant and involving the anal bleaching craze. Have fun!

Courteney Cox’s Asshole, by Jill Soloway

how does he get his balls so smooth?

I worked for a senior writer at a men’s magazine. He was super cute and we had cute banter, but I figured it would never amount to more than a crush. After my goodbye dinner, he invited me out for a nightcap. Being the naive 24-year old that I was, I went. At least I had the brains to question when he started rubbing my arm. Unfortunately, once I was in the middle-aged man’s East Village walk-up, I was putty in his hands. He was my artistic “Mr. Big.” Maybe I was entranced by him, looked up to him, or was looking for a story to tell my friends, but what I found was more than I could bargain for. His apartment had purple walls. The bathroom was full of Kiehl’s moisturizer. And he waxed his balls! Was he gay?

After months of being on-again, off-again, what I thought was love wasn’t, and I didn’t know what it was until years later when I was working in a literary agency and a young woman came in to interview for an assistant position. I came to find out that not only did she intern for the same guy, but she “dated” him post her tenure and, as he did with me, he promised trips that never happened and made her think she was in love, when all she was left with were questions like, “what was that?” and, of course, “how does he get his balls so smooth?” -Submitted by Roxie, New York City