Monthly Archives: March 2014
Yes, being a CrossFitter has its carryover benefits for many an employee, but at times a CrossFitter’s habits can be a distraction at work. Any of these sound familiar?
1. All CrossFitters talk about is CrossFit.
Water cooler conversations are likely to be drawn out as a CrossFitter tries to impart the benefits of the sport on a colleague, or shares WOD stories with a fellow athlete.
2. CrossFitters are restless. Read the rest of this entry
As published on the Tabata Times
I was in a job interview the other day, talking through my skills and strengths, doing my best to sell myself as a hard worker who would fit into the team. After going through various questions, the interviewer suddenly says, “And I see you do CrossFit?” “Oh, yes!” I beam, with that unbridled enthusiasm common to most CrossFitters. I’d forgotten that I’d slipped in “CrossFit L1 instructor” at the top of my list of qualifications (obviously where it belongs). As it turned out, my interviewer also did CrossFit, and he proceeded to tell me (also with that unbridled enthusiasm) about how it had changed his life. Ten minutes later, I walked out with a job and having promised them that we’d all be doing lunges down the hallways by the end of my first week. Of course, I wasn’t hired just because my new boss also did CrossFit, but because he knows that CrossFitters make good employees. Here’s why:
1. Doing CrossFit makes you generally awesome.
Ok, that one’s a joke. Kind of.
2. It helps you make connections in the office.
We’ve all heard the joke: “How do you know if someone does CrossFit? They’ll tell you.” Well, let’s be honest, this is quite true – I even got it on my CV, for Pete’s sake! Discovering that you have a hobby in common with someone at work, especially one as widespread and popular as CrossFit, makes it much easier to start conversations and create connections with colleagues. You’ll be regarded as a better employee because you’ll quickly integrate yourself in to your new team. Read the rest of this entry
Jorge never asks to see my CV. Apparently it’s good enough to know that I am from New Zealand and have four years’ experience in the country’s biggest market research company (probably a fact one shouldn’t be too proud of). After only a brief chat about who I am he seems satisfied and promptly offers me an interviewee position in his call centre. He promises that I will be made supervisor should the other candidate pull out. It appears that my being recommended by a friend of a friend of my boyfriend was sufficient for me to not only be offered an interview, but also a job.
Tired of talking about his soon-to-be new employee, I find that I am about to learn some personalised facts about Argentina’s history. “You see Josie, I fought in the war of the Islas Malvinas” (go around Argentina calling these the Falkland Islands and you won’t be making any friends fast). Read the rest of this entry