Unsuccessful job applicants are still human

There seems to be a widespread and unforgivable habit taking hold of HR personnel. ‘And what is that?’, I hear you ask. I’ll tell you.

Finding a need for extra staff, they fire off an ad and, having received the appropriate number of responses, they invite a number of eager applicants to attend for interview.

The applicants go home and, for the next few days, rush to the door whenever they hear the sound of the letter-flap opening and closing, or they eagerly scan their email inboxes. Nothing.

Gradually, hope fades.

But hope, they say, springs eternal.

Sadly, it seems that, nowadays, unsuccessful job applicants are, in the flinty hearts of modern

HR personnel, discountable.

Nonentities. Numbers on a spreadsheet.

Subhumans without thoughts, hopes or feelings.

This is appalling rudeness. Unforgivable and shameful. It would take nothing to send an email, though the cost of postage might prove prohibitive.

Recently, I wrote to an MP asking about

Britain’s supply of arms to Israel. Eventually, I received a reply assuring me that the UK takes every precaution in terms of arms sales. By that, given the appalling destruction of Gaza, I assume he meant that the ‘precaution’ is that they’ll not be used against us.

I wonder who called the new 375-home estate granted planning permission a ‘flagship’ site (front page of last week’s KE).

The proper place for flagships is on the sea, not on the Garden of England.

Yet more of our corner of this green and pleasant land is to be bricked and patioed over to the detriment of everyone.

Our roads can’t take the strain of, probably, an excess of 750 more cars, our hospital is stretched beyond breaking point (I’ve recently seen this for myself), our water company is already doing a lousy job in many ways and the provision of a ‘walking route’ just adds insult to the injury that will inevitably impact wildlife.

‘The proper place for flagships is on the sea, not on the Garden of England...’