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Monthly Archives: January 2011

As Sean Connery so memorably said…

I’m looking for a new job and have been applying all over the place.  I’ve wanted to move into I.T. for a long time, but I don’t have the qualifications.  I’m good with computers, I’ve built ’em and upgraded them and replaced parts, installed wi-fi networks n’ wired networks and everything.  I’m an analytically-minded person and will keep at a problem until I’ve solved it.

This week I was contacted by a firm called Careerjobsuk.com.  I received a call from a young guy who breezed through questions like an express train and he arranged to call me this morning at 10 for a telephone interview with a view to training in I.T. “which’ll be monitored by a trainer”.

So like that link, I too was phoned 30 minutes late and then asked if I’d be available at 11.  11:10 and the call comes through.  He told me he was doing 6 interviews and that there was one vacancy.  As though he was priming me for a “if you’re lucky you might win” thing you get from those free scratchcards where you always magically win.  He directed me to the careersuk.com website and breathlessly raced through the pages on the website while continually calling me “yourself” over and over (ugh).

Suddenly I became aware that rather than helping me get a career in I.T. he was actually trying to sell me something. So while he talked I googled to see if it was a scam and came across the certforums  page for them.

As the call progresses I become more and more certain it’s a scam. I wanted employment, not to start paying money out.
He puts me on hold to talk to his trainer about whether I’m suitable. Surprise surprise, I was!

He mentions a Barry McGregor and Sam Slack (“she’s a great girl”).  He asks for my credit card details to guarantee myself the placement and that I’d be getting lots of paperwork and emails, but he’s talking so fast and with such a thick London gangsta-youth accent that I could barely follow him.

All the while my spidey-senses are tingling.  This feels like a wrong ‘un.  He hears me hesitate about giving my credit card details and asks what’s wrong.

“It feels like a scam.”

SCAM??” and then he goes into a long prepared speech about how it can’t be a scam and that the call to my mobile “is probably costing them £79 as it is. If we were scamming you we’d ask for £2000!”

Utter nonsense, mobile calls aren’t that expensive.  He’s trying hard to convince me.  So hard to land me as a customer that I decide it’s not smelling right at all.  I follow my instincts and bail out.  I blurt out quickly that I don’t like the sound of it and hang up before he can try to talk me round.  Phew.  I feel much safer now.

And for those of you googling, his name on the email I got and the name he gave on the phone is Adam Conroy.

Make your own mind up, it might be a scam, it might not. It’s fishy though.

As Sean Connery so memorably said in Rising Sun (1993):

When something looks too good to be true, then it’s not true.