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Usually, old sayings are the most truthful snippets of life you can come across. “Good help is hard to come by” is no exception. In the last few weeks, my partners and I have been interviewing for a role at our company and we have quickly discovered, along with the fact that being an interviewer is just as stressful as being the interviewee, that well… good help certainly is hard to find. A word of advice to anyone applying to a sales role in their future, here’s a good tip to take with you. Under no circumstances should you chuckle and say, “yeah I’m not a very good salesman.” Thank you for your honesty, there’s the door.

While some candidates were simply not qualified, it is equally frustrating when a candidate is perfect for the role but are seduced by another position that offers something you cannot, and reluctantly declines your offer of employment – damn, the one that got away. This is why we are committed to retaining the best of the best workers we are able to obtain through incentives, a sense of community, support inside and outside the workplace, and rewards. After all, the beauty of a small organization is, even as an entry level employee, you have the opportunity to knock on the Presidents door at any time and talk about any issues you may have, or pitch an idea that you think would work well. And we do our best to make sure that everyone is comfortable with us no matter what that means for you. There’s no need to be stuffy and wear a suit to work every day, wear jeans, wear a hat, go work outside if you want – do whatever it is you believe will increase your performance.

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At Nufás Media, we market ourselves as a media brokerage of sorts. Basically, we will do the leg work for your company that is tedious and time consuming when it comes to all things related to media work. Whether it be hiring photographers, designers, videographers, you name it, we’ve got someone for you. That is why we pride ourselves on making sure our freelance workers are happy to work with us. As a freelancer myself for a number of years, you really do feel like a piece of meat at times and are always under the impression that you are highly disposable and one step away from never receiving credit, or even payment for your work. Because we know this struggle all too well, we do our best to ensure that when we find that good help which is so difficult to pin down, we make sure they are aware of the value that they bring to us. This can mean anything from a follow-up thank you e-mail to kicking work back to them whenever possible, to taking them out for dinner after a long job to show our gratitude. After all, the quality of their work is directly related to the value our company brings to the organization that hires us.

The same goes for our employee’s, as their work directly effects the value of our business and we try our best to stay as far away from the ‘corporate ladder’ structure as we can. We started this business for many reasons but we promised ourselves that we would maintain the fun that it has been so far, and this mission extends to our employees. People are rarely passionate about their 9-5 corporate jobs and are just in it for the money and stability – this is fair. People have lives to lead and responsibilities to maintain. However, as well as being a freelancer for a number of years, I worked for a worldwide organization and though I was first enamoured by the paycheck as I looked around at my friends struggling to make rent, I slowly began to pull the veil away from my eyes. I began to look a little more clearly at the organization I was a part of, and it wasn’t long until I noticed the underbelly. Here is the quick story of why I quit this job after 3 years – with no notice.

I was 21 years old, a co-worker in the same department as me was 58, let’s say her name was Judy. Judy was a sweet, older woman and always did her best to ensure that I had everything I needed to succeed in my role as a young person. Judy had worked at this company since she was 20 years old, making her tenure there a staggering 38 years. Judy’s salary was grossly inflated because of this, and she had earned herself 8 weeks per year of vacation that she must use each year lest she lose the time. One day, Judy came back from a two-week vacation with her family and in the afternoon of that Friday, two security guards came up to our department, tapped Judy on the shoulder and told her that she had been terminated and to pick up her things and come with them. We all watched as Judy sobbed and collected the knick-nacks she had accumulated over the years into a box issued by the guards. We said our good-bye’s and I never saw her again. We were told to get back to work and finish off the day. I stewed about this event from that time right until Monday morning and I couldn’t help but associate with Judy. Would that happen to me in 38 years after I had literally given my entire life to this organization? Did I just have a few decades to serve before I was deemed too expensive and just wait for ultimate humiliation – “Thank you for dedicating your life to us, now these men are going to make sure you don’t steal anything on your way out.” I told my parents I was going to quit on Monday morning. They supported me because they had noticed changes in my behaviour and saw my depression full-fledged. On Monday morning I scheduled a meeting with my boss, drafted a resignation letter, and left before lunch. I never saw any of them again and I have never looked back.

Judy was an example of a good worker. Someone hard to find, and she was tossed into the street with not so much as a courtesy e-mail to warn her. Be nice to your employees.