07 Dec '17 03:46>1 edit
How many people in Serbia can speak Scandinavian languages right now? What do you think? Not many.
So, in this outsourcing world, when Western companies outpost customer services in Third World - many Scandinavian firms have now call centers in Roumania, Bulgaria, Serbia.
I was on job interview couple of days ago. Nice firm, V floor, I heard Dutch, Swedish language, young people at the computers answering complaining from people who believe they call customer service in Stockholm or Amsterdam. But it was in Belgrade.
I did the written test, software test, and had two interviews, the last of which being with Danish girl who checked my spoken Danish.
I was rare species there - writer and translator, oldest guy... When I was going home I could spot myself in glass doors of that nice building: I looked like crazy artist. I saw dread horror in the eyes of girls who interviewed me.
I had the feeling: no one will ever hire me at this age on jobs like this. I am an old buggger.
Too late for me.
And I got the e-mail to-day.
I was afraid to open it.
Until now, 04:40 AM Central European Time.
Dawn.
I was refused.
Thy thank me but I "wasn't selected for II round of selection".
They wih me good luck and recommend to me to folllow their web page.
And it was nice job, Well paid. It was salvation so close to me.
I think I will enroll at course for cooking and Danish pastry chefs after new year.
Dang!
So, in this outsourcing world, when Western companies outpost customer services in Third World - many Scandinavian firms have now call centers in Roumania, Bulgaria, Serbia.
I was on job interview couple of days ago. Nice firm, V floor, I heard Dutch, Swedish language, young people at the computers answering complaining from people who believe they call customer service in Stockholm or Amsterdam. But it was in Belgrade.
I did the written test, software test, and had two interviews, the last of which being with Danish girl who checked my spoken Danish.
I was rare species there - writer and translator, oldest guy... When I was going home I could spot myself in glass doors of that nice building: I looked like crazy artist. I saw dread horror in the eyes of girls who interviewed me.
I had the feeling: no one will ever hire me at this age on jobs like this. I am an old buggger.
Too late for me.
And I got the e-mail to-day.
I was afraid to open it.
Until now, 04:40 AM Central European Time.
Dawn.
I was refused.
Thy thank me but I "wasn't selected for II round of selection".
They wih me good luck and recommend to me to folllow their web page.
And it was nice job, Well paid. It was salvation so close to me.
I think I will enroll at course for cooking and Danish pastry chefs after new year.
Dang!