Gather ‘round children, let me tell you a tale filled with
wonder, excitement, disappointment, judgement and mercy
Once upon a time a young boy found himself frolicking around his
neighborhood, prancing from street to street without the slightest hint of
suspicion. Don't let appearance fool you, though! The young boy had a grin on
his face and jump in his step, but a worrying thought in his mind. For only
hours earlier, the young boy had been at a nasty place called Knox Grammar! For
it was at this place, filled with overgrown vines and perpetual thunder, that
the boy was told a secret from his teacher. A secret, that once known, could
not be unknown. Another student, a friend perhaps, had innocently asked this
teacher
"my grades aren't good, will I ever get a job?".
The teacher crawled up to the boy and tickled his chin, then
turned around and said on a whim
"It's not about the grades you make, it's about the hands
you shake."
Silence spread through the room instantly. The teacher paused,
hesitated, then bellowed out
"It really doesn't matter whether your credentials vouch
for you or not, all that matters is your reputation"
The children then started clapping and making a beat while the
teacher continued:
"As long as you; look presentable, have a firm handshake
and glint in your eye,
then the job shall be yours, I assure you,
because that's how I got mine
For you see children, you don't need skills,
no, not at all,
but if you don't wear polished shoes, then prepare to fall!
Employers will skip past the credentials and go to the picture,
they'll see a while male and know not to hit 'ya
A suit is your best friend
It says more than a degree ever could
but remember, dear children
your real advantage is rich parenthood"
At this point the class burst into song with the teacher:
Class: "so you're saying we don't need credentials?"
Teacher: "That's right, just networking potential!"
Class: "but what if we're not fit for the job?"
Teacher: "That's what hiring minorities is for, you silly
sod!"
The class soon ended and all the children confidently marched
home. Our young hero, all the while, pondering the truth of the employment
process. The young boy murmured under a whimper
"perhaps there is an employer somewhere out there
that will hire people regardless of what they wear
maybe, just maybe there's a company that
doesn't discriminate, and focus's on stat's"
And that is the tale of our young hero. Eight years later he
works a nine till five, pondering to this day whether a moral employment system
might still be alive.
