It had to happen eventually, although it does seem like they are still having to engage with pesky human beings, like their drivers in the original Uber, but in this instance with good old fashioned temp agencies in Chicago.
I've worked in the recruitment industry for almost 15 years now and the one thing that has been an ever-present factor is the lack of understanding, from people outside of the industry, of what actually goes into a proper recruitment process.
Last week I went along to Okahu in Orakei, Auckland, to attend a networking evening where they would be announcing the Finalists in this year's Central Auckland Westpac Business Awards. That's me, above, with my wife Jayne (the original inspiration for what became JOYN back in 2012 when our kids were tiny and she was looking for flexible recruitment work). That's also the back of Michael Barnett, Chief Executive of the Auckland Chamber of Commerce, and also MC for the night.
Providing "unbundled" recruitment services for businesses is one of JOYN's greatest attractions for our clients, particularly the smaller ones who only have the need and budget for support around specific parts of the recruitment process. This agile approach enables us to deliver value without breaking the bank.
It seems like an eternity since the New Zealand school holidays happened but there are some things I still remember from the blur of work, kids, events and meetings all bundled into one exhausting mess.
Amazon are proving to be an increasingly regular name cropping up around developments in the future of work. I recently blogged about the gamification of their warehouse workers' roles, literally turning their work into video games to boost productivity and increase engagement.
Did it escape your attention that last week was Global Sharing Week? It did mine, I must admit, but after hearing about it from this article I thought I'd take a closer look at how us Kiwis are engaged in the so-called "Sharing Economy".
The Uber Driver's Tale
JOYN is on a road trip to Sydney this week and my early morning Uber ride to the airport was with Adam, a pleasant, chatty guy from Palestine who had recently returned to New Zealand after spending some time in Melbourne and Western Australia.
Back in my England schooldays I had a "Saturday job" at Boots the Chemist. There I was, every Saturday, with my classmates Vinny and Flibba (Paul and James to their parents), decked out in a pair of scratchy blue trousers, roughly-ironed white shirt, blue tie and name badge, bleary-eyed but ready to serve the public their chemical needs.