Tracy Island Job - Part 2
This is me playing around with the idea that the poor Tracy family could really do with some extra help around the island. tw: there may be an awful lot of lists.
Part one here AO3 here
Initial thoughts and questions based on the supporting documentation.
The role
Logistics management?
Supply chain management?
Supply run? Perishables or equipment based?Ā What kind of turn over are we looking at? Is there any automated replenishment system in use currently.Ā
Maintenance management? - how hands on is this? I am not an electrician or a plumber - but I can liaise with both.
Supplier management? What contracts are already in place, is there a list of preferred suppliers or is the expectation that I reach out and form those connections?
Budget management? What kind of budgets are we talking? Will it be sufficient to the works required or are we talking silk purse from a sow's ear? There's only so much āvalue managementā you can complete and still be safe and legal, and I draw the line at safe and legal.Ā
Contractor management?Ā
Who would be the key stakeholders and what is the internal governance structure like?Ā
Assumed no direct reports.Ā
No mention of sustainability goals? Would like to ask for clarity, I won't cut corners to damage the surroundings or leave future generations with a mess to maintain. Future proofing as far as practicably possible.Ā
Need a better idea of the role, currently looks like a jack of all trades, master of none.Ā
How remote is this location?Ā
How much holiday does this come with? - should probably save that question for later.Ā
I canāt drive a forklift, but you pay for my training, Iāll give it a shot.Ā
Industry recognised Health and Safety qualifications up to date.Ā
Pippa scribbled some notes in the margin on the data pad, then tapped the stylus on the edge, frowning slightly. She could kind of see why the recruitment person had sent this one across, but it was a bit of a strange one. What did they even want? There was a bit of everything in this. She could do it, if she was reading it right, but she definitely had some questions. If she got an interview, then they better save enough time for a full interrogation.Ā
Usually she would trim out the parts in her CV back catalogue that didnāt really apply to the role, but for once they all seemed to be required, even the old stuff from a stint in supermarket supply chain management. That might need some dusting off, but the bones were still in there somewhere.
It certainly looked like it could provide a challenge, but Pippa just couldn't get a grip on what sort of company this was for. The recruitment consultant had been really cagey about the employer, which either meant it was something that might put people off, or they didnāt actually know and didn't want to let on. She really hoped it wasnāt running some drug barons secret compound, or some sort of cult, but you would have thought that they would both recruit internally? Yes, she had wanted a new challenge, but all the unknown variables were more than a little daunting. But, applying just meant you were open for a discussion about it, it didnāt mean you had signed your life away. Pippa kept repeating this like a mantra, even as she clicked send on a positive reply to the recruiter. It might not come to anything anyway, they would probably look at her CV and wonder the same thing she did - āhow the hell did I get here?āĀ
She filed the questions away just in case an interview was offered, sometimes you got those āinformal catch upā phone calls that caught you on the hoof and it paid to be prepared.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā
The recruiter didnāt give any more details other than confirming a time for a video interview. Which made choosing an outfit even harder. Yes, she knew they would only see her from the waist up, and arguably that ought to half the problem, but it didnāt. If she put on something too corporate would she look like she couldn't deal with āadhoc repairsā although, honestly if they were too complex they would definitely be a delegated job. But too casual might suggest that she couldnāt deal with the logistics and budgets. Black blouse it was, and slightly more subtle jewellery than usual. She spotted her reflection in the shiny surface of the data pad. She looked like she was going to a funeral, but it was too late to change now. As first impressions went, being caught swapping tops and flashing a potential employer with your second best M&S bra was probably not the best, so black blouse it was. She fiddled with the neckline again.
