
CROSSHIRE:
LESSONS
IN
RECRUITMENT
My
quest
for
a
replacement
for
Young
Arnold
has
led
to
a
number
of
interesting
meetings
in
recent
weeks.
The
first
batch
of
candidates
I
interviewed
came
from
the
Labour
Exchange,
which
is
an
emporium
that
has
illusions
of
grandeur,
as
they
seem
to
take
offence
at
being
called
the
Labour
Exchange
these
days.
This
probably
did
not
endear
me
to
them
judging
from
the
depleted
band
of
hopefuls
that
eventually
arrived
at
my
office.
I
say
depleted
because,
out
of
eight
starters,
four
actually
turned
up
on
the
day,
with
only
one
making
it
within
an
hour
of
their
appointed
time.
No
matter
at
what
level
I
am
interviewing,
I
always
present
every
applicant
with
a
sheet
of
paper
and
ask
them
to
write
their
name
and
home
address
in
their
own
handwriting.
In
these
days
of
paper
trails
being
more
important
than
doing
the
job
properly,
I
reckon
that,
if
I
can
read
their
writing
on
a
job
card,
I
am
in
with
a
chance
of
proving
my
systems
are
robust
as
one
safety
geek
had
recently
described
our
systems.
Two
of
my
four
heroes
produced
something
that
looked
like
a
spider
had
fallen
in
an
inkwell
and
walked
all
over
the
paper,
the
third
said
he
had
only
just
moved
and
couldnt
remember
how
to
write
his
address,
whilst
the
fourth
declared
that
he
only
produced
the
written
word
on
a
keyboard.
My
next
batch
of
recruits
came
via
the
local
paper
and
included
the
inevitable
applicants
from
competitors,
in
addition
to
one
desperado
who
had
recently
been
working
as
a
mechanic
for
the
local
banger-racing
baron.
He
had
thought
better
of
claiming
for
unfair
dismissal,
as
he
still
required
the
use
of
his
kneecaps.
The
competitors
contingent
turned
out
to
be
a
dreary
lot
with
those
from
large
hire
groups
only
too
willing
to
slag
off
their
existing
employers
-
in
most
cases
rather
unfairly
because
I
know
that,
if
they
were
any
good,
their
companies
would
encourage
their
development.
Big
Fred,
who
had
a
vested
interest
in
seeing
a
new
member
of
staff
appear
as
he
had
been
under
pressure
since
Arnold
departed,
suggested
that
he
put
out
the
word
at
the
local
motor
cycle
club.
A
couple
of
days
after
I
had
agreed,
Fred
announced
that
Sam
had
read
the
job
spec
on
the
back
of
the
envelope
he
had
pinned
next
to
the
club
dartboard
and
wanted
to
pop
round
for
an
interview.
Youll
be
OK
boss,
Fred
assured
me.
Sam
has
forgotten
more
than
anyone
else
knows
about
fuel
and
ignition
systems
This
sounded
promising
so
I
told
Fred
to
arrange
a
meeting.
My
post-lunchtime
siesta
was
rudely
interrupted
by
the
unmistakeable
and
ever
pleasing
sound
of
a
Harley
Davidson
arriving
in
the
yard.
Fred
opened
my
office
door
and
ushered
in
a
rather
slender
figure
wearing
leathers.
Heres
Sam,
Boss,
Ill
leave
you
to
it,
as
I
have
got
to
go
out
on
a
breakdown.
The
door
closed
and,
as
I
looked
up,
Sam
was
removing
the
helmet
to
reveal
a
long
length
of
attractive
blond
hair
and
a
wicked
grin
that
confirmed
that
Sam
was
definitely
Samantha.
Within
minutes
I
discovered
that
Sam
was
the
only
daughter
in
a
family
of
bikers
and
was
obviously
well
acquainted
with
all
things
mechanical;
in
addition,
she
was
computer
literate
and
could
write
clearly.
She
wanted
a
job
working
with
machinery
and
it
turned
out
Fred
had
briefed
her
well
on
our
industry.
I
pointed
out
that,
apart
from
the
statutory
dragon
in
our
accounts
department,
she
would
be
the
only
female
employee.
I
had
some
reservations
about
the
stereotyped
attitude
of
our
resident
truck
driver
Rocket
Raymond,
but
Samantha
proved
the
depth
of
her
qualifications
by
pointing
out
that
if
I
needed
to
put
the
wind
up
the
old
pervert
(whom
she
knew
socially)
she
had
an
HGV
ticket
and
could
do
his
job
any
day!
It
will
be
an
interesting
summer
now
we
are
back
to
full
strength
and
it
goes
to
show
that
there
are
groups
of
individuals
who
have
the
right
background
for
working
in
our
industry
if
we
take
the
trouble
to
look.
Another
group
that
are
potty
about
mechanical
kit
are
those
who
restore
vintage
tractors
and
farm
machinery.
A
local
competitor
has
two
young
lads
he
recruited
by
asking
the
announcer
at
a
local
tractor
rally
to
ask
if
there
were
any
teenagers
looking
for
work
to
report
to
him
in
the
beer
tent!
It
may
not
be
as
politically
correct
as
the
Labour
Exchange,
but
it
has
its
merits.
No
doubt
our
major
trade
associations
will
all
have
a
stand
at
SED.
Why
not
have
notice
boards
at
each
one
where
any
plant
hirer
with
trainee
vacancies
can
post
details
so
that
young
people
or
their
parents
attending
the
show
can
get
career
advice?
Now,
that
would
prove
how
really
useful
trade
associations
can
be
at
times.
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