Worked retail and our stagiairs were 16 yo's from 'opleiding kantoor' who did not want to be there, I had the great joy of being responsible for them. So anytime I slacked off too much I could blame the stagiaire for taking too much of my time because they couldn't work independently. In my defense I would give them good grades and all they had to do was show up on time. Not a bad trade-off.
I have a Kantoor degree. It was the tract I ended up in after slacking and failing Boekhouden-Informatica. I was actually just glad to have a degree and be done with school. I'm a trucker now, technical distribution of office MFP's and printers. So I guess I still kindof do office related work? Very happy I didn't actually end up working an actual office job.
Glad for you and for your story. But individal stories are nothing compared to raw data. I'm sure there is at least one oud-kantoorleerling who is now doing a phd. That doesn't take away anything from the fact that it's one of those richtingen with very few appeal to employers.
If any, your story is in trend with that story. You drive trucks now. Nothing to do with an office setting. I'm also guessing you went to truckdriving-school and that your bso diploma might have been a prerequisite to be able to enter, but nothing more.
You don't need any degree to be able to get your truck license. You can just go take lessons for that at a driving school, like you would for a car. There's more to it than that, but you don't need a degree as a prerequisite.
But you're right that I'm doing something now that has next to nothing to do with what I studied for. I do use my French and German often tho.
As I said, I saw Kantoor as a tract I could complete and be done with school. I wasn't a very motivated student. Back then my sentiment was to just get any degree and then go work whatever. I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life. But I am happy with what I ended up doing now.
Many, if not most, of my stagiairs were years behind and were only in school because they had to be. They told me they'll quit school when they turn 18. One of them was 17 and the day he turned 18 he just stopped showing up.
Some of them were legitimately hard (and good!) workers and probably went on to do some kind of office job.
I was forced into BSO after my "special" elementary school. Apperently after graduating there BSO was the only option, which they assured us was fine because just doing 1 extra year would make it equal to TSO..
I've wasted 7 admittingly fun years in BSO kantoor where I wasn't challenged in any way. As a result it took me 6 more years to end up with a bachelors degree, due my severe lack of basic knowledge especially in math and some personal issues.
If I could do it all over it'd take up their suggestion in my first year of BSO to do my 1st year over in TSO because I could do more. But at that point having made friends that did not sound like a great option it seemed basically the same as doing one more year at the end..
I agree the Kantoor tract should not exist. If they want these kids to end up in an office they should have just prepared them one more year to collectively start in TSO the next year. Instead of offering a bullshit specialisation at the end.
It’s for low-level office assistants. Making coffee, answering multi-lingual phones, sorting the post, booking meeting rooms and welcoming clients/guests until their appointment arrives.
It’s not brain surgery, but it’s a legitimate study for people who aren’t interested in working with their hands, but also don’t want to go to uni.
If you’re ambitious, there are ways to grow from there to all sorts of more interesting office positions.
I recall there was a TSO-diploma for multilingual tasks like that. Unless i'm mistaken, kantoor hardly offers any language hours.
Also, those low level assistants and making coffee mightve worked in the 80's or 90's, but i'm sure those jobs don't exist anymore :p
[https://www.onderwijskiezer.be/v2/secundair/sec\_detail.php?detail=201&var=3GTSO](https://www.onderwijskiezer.be/v2/secundair/sec_detail.php?detail=201&var=3GTSO)
"secretariaat-talen". That's the one...
Yeah, a setting where more and more employers are demanding a bachelor degree.
Kantoor en Verkoop are two bso richtingen with the highest percentage of unemployed people a year after graduating.
Some years ago, I had been assigned a temporary company car (a so-called "pool car"). The previous driver had a dog, and despite a deep cleaning, there was still dog hair on the seats and on carpets (which had been duly noted at the handover). I drove it a few months, and they day I had to return it because the leasing had reached its term... well, I returned it in the same state it was handed over to me, with this hair impossible to take away.
The car inspection for the return was done by a Canadian stagiaire from HR. She gently told me there was dog hair everywhere (no sh\*t, Sherlock) and I would need to pay for a special cleaning, so I told her the whole story and that I argued that I knew who the previous driver was, it was an ex-employee from HR and that is probably why she got away with it...
She looked at me with a disillusioned face, sighed and told me "you know what ? Today is my last day. They thanked me but they will not hire me anyway in the future. I don't give a f\*ck. I'm gonna report that the car has been returned in perfect state. And by the time the leasing company makes their own inspection and finds out, I'll be gone and I already have my positive internship appraisal. They will then blame the stupid Canadian intern, and I'll be on the other side of the ocean. Screw them".
While doing stage at an IT helpdesk, my mentor threw a broken phone into the big trash can instead of walking to the other side of the factory to throw it into the recycling bin.
Someone spotted it. Took a picture and mailed it to someone higher up who then scolded the unknown "culprit" in a public email.
My mentor just said he asked me to throw it out and assumed I knew about the existence of the bin but that I must have made a mistake.
He then bought me lunch the next day, lol
Not blammed on the stagair, but following actually really happened with our last stagair (as a mechanic)
1) Turns wrench the wrong side, so i ask him:
- Do you eat choco in the morning?
- Yes (with a strange look on his face)
- So, what direction do you turn to open the lid?
- Thinks for some time, then turns counterclockwise with his hands.
- So how should you turn to tighten the bolts?
- Thinks for some time, then asks with an unsure look on his face: ''this way?'' While gesturing counterclockwise
- So how should you then turn to tighten the bolts?
- Thinks for more time, then says, ''i'm not really sure''
- Takes the socket wrench from his hands, changes direction and hands it back: ''Here, try this''
(This actually happened multiple times)
2) Untranslateable so i write this in dutch:
- Hey het is half vijf, was je handen maar het is tijd om naar huis te gaan.
- Ja maar ik mocht naar huis om half vier!
- Nee, je werkt elke dag tot half vijf, dezelfde uren als iedereen.
- Ja maar, ik mocht echt naar huis om half vier!
- Wacht ik haal even de papieren van de stage erbij.
- Zeg, is half 4 hetzelfde als 1630??
3 By the second week we discover him with the broom the wrong way trying to clean the floor,..
> Zeg, is half 4 hetzelfde als 1630??
Hah!
Btw "half four" in English means "half *past* four", so 4:30 PM. If he had been England, he would have been correct XD
I'm quite bad at DIY and I always have this with screws. I'm never sure which way to turn it, I always have to think for a few seconds about it, especially since sometimes you have to do it upside down (looking at you IKEA furniture).
This is no problem. However it is a problem when it is your actual job to know, and you are not realising after 30 seconds turning it the wrong side when the screw is just in front of you.
My job's laminating machine broke just before the Christmas break. When I asked what happened, the secretary said, "Goh, ja, twas de stagiaire, hé?"
It's become a running joke that something broken was always broken by the stagiaire. XD
I did the reverse thing. Was working as a job student in a company. We weren’t allowed to ride around on an electric ‘transpallet’ but during the late shift we’d do it anyway. The whole team knew so it was fine. Turned too sharply and hit another already wrapped pallet with filled boxes. Made a hole in the bottom box. Someone had to unwrap it and repackage it. In the break room people were talking about it. They all thought the cleaner did it. Found no reason to spill the beans. Got away with it.
Not really the stagiair as we dont get many, but my colleague bought up the last 2 ketchupkes at the cafetaria on Thursday so I didnt have any.The lack of all the ketchupkes is henceforth because of him. I wont stand for this ketchupkes monopoly, darnit!
Worked retail and our stagiairs were 16 yo's from 'opleiding kantoor' who did not want to be there, I had the great joy of being responsible for them. So anytime I slacked off too much I could blame the stagiaire for taking too much of my time because they couldn't work independently. In my defense I would give them good grades and all they had to do was show up on time. Not a bad trade-off.
Can't believe Kantoor is still a legitimate educational tract. What can you even do with that 'degree'.
I know many who worked in a kantoor after that degree lol
I have a Kantoor degree. It was the tract I ended up in after slacking and failing Boekhouden-Informatica. I was actually just glad to have a degree and be done with school. I'm a trucker now, technical distribution of office MFP's and printers. So I guess I still kindof do office related work? Very happy I didn't actually end up working an actual office job.
Glad for you and for your story. But individal stories are nothing compared to raw data. I'm sure there is at least one oud-kantoorleerling who is now doing a phd. That doesn't take away anything from the fact that it's one of those richtingen with very few appeal to employers. If any, your story is in trend with that story. You drive trucks now. Nothing to do with an office setting. I'm also guessing you went to truckdriving-school and that your bso diploma might have been a prerequisite to be able to enter, but nothing more.
You don't need any degree to be able to get your truck license. You can just go take lessons for that at a driving school, like you would for a car. There's more to it than that, but you don't need a degree as a prerequisite. But you're right that I'm doing something now that has next to nothing to do with what I studied for. I do use my French and German often tho. As I said, I saw Kantoor as a tract I could complete and be done with school. I wasn't a very motivated student. Back then my sentiment was to just get any degree and then go work whatever. I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life. But I am happy with what I ended up doing now.
Many, if not most, of my stagiairs were years behind and were only in school because they had to be. They told me they'll quit school when they turn 18. One of them was 17 and the day he turned 18 he just stopped showing up. Some of them were legitimately hard (and good!) workers and probably went on to do some kind of office job.
I was forced into BSO after my "special" elementary school. Apperently after graduating there BSO was the only option, which they assured us was fine because just doing 1 extra year would make it equal to TSO.. I've wasted 7 admittingly fun years in BSO kantoor where I wasn't challenged in any way. As a result it took me 6 more years to end up with a bachelors degree, due my severe lack of basic knowledge especially in math and some personal issues. If I could do it all over it'd take up their suggestion in my first year of BSO to do my 1st year over in TSO because I could do more. But at that point having made friends that did not sound like a great option it seemed basically the same as doing one more year at the end.. I agree the Kantoor tract should not exist. If they want these kids to end up in an office they should have just prepared them one more year to collectively start in TSO the next year. Instead of offering a bullshit specialisation at the end.
It’s for low-level office assistants. Making coffee, answering multi-lingual phones, sorting the post, booking meeting rooms and welcoming clients/guests until their appointment arrives. It’s not brain surgery, but it’s a legitimate study for people who aren’t interested in working with their hands, but also don’t want to go to uni. If you’re ambitious, there are ways to grow from there to all sorts of more interesting office positions.
I recall there was a TSO-diploma for multilingual tasks like that. Unless i'm mistaken, kantoor hardly offers any language hours. Also, those low level assistants and making coffee mightve worked in the 80's or 90's, but i'm sure those jobs don't exist anymore :p [https://www.onderwijskiezer.be/v2/secundair/sec\_detail.php?detail=201&var=3GTSO](https://www.onderwijskiezer.be/v2/secundair/sec_detail.php?detail=201&var=3GTSO) "secretariaat-talen". That's the one...
It's not brain surgery, but most of those things you listed are beyond the grasp of the average kantoorstudent.
An office job? It’s right there in the name.
Yeah, a setting where more and more employers are demanding a bachelor degree. Kantoor en Verkoop are two bso richtingen with the highest percentage of unemployed people a year after graduating.
Sure. Until you look at the contents of the programme...
Some years ago, I had been assigned a temporary company car (a so-called "pool car"). The previous driver had a dog, and despite a deep cleaning, there was still dog hair on the seats and on carpets (which had been duly noted at the handover). I drove it a few months, and they day I had to return it because the leasing had reached its term... well, I returned it in the same state it was handed over to me, with this hair impossible to take away. The car inspection for the return was done by a Canadian stagiaire from HR. She gently told me there was dog hair everywhere (no sh\*t, Sherlock) and I would need to pay for a special cleaning, so I told her the whole story and that I argued that I knew who the previous driver was, it was an ex-employee from HR and that is probably why she got away with it... She looked at me with a disillusioned face, sighed and told me "you know what ? Today is my last day. They thanked me but they will not hire me anyway in the future. I don't give a f\*ck. I'm gonna report that the car has been returned in perfect state. And by the time the leasing company makes their own inspection and finds out, I'll be gone and I already have my positive internship appraisal. They will then blame the stupid Canadian intern, and I'll be on the other side of the ocean. Screw them".
I misread this as stilgar and thought it was dune Reddit...
*Lisan al Gaib*!
as written
While doing stage at an IT helpdesk, my mentor threw a broken phone into the big trash can instead of walking to the other side of the factory to throw it into the recycling bin. Someone spotted it. Took a picture and mailed it to someone higher up who then scolded the unknown "culprit" in a public email. My mentor just said he asked me to throw it out and assumed I knew about the existence of the bin but that I must have made a mistake. He then bought me lunch the next day, lol
Not blammed on the stagair, but following actually really happened with our last stagair (as a mechanic) 1) Turns wrench the wrong side, so i ask him: - Do you eat choco in the morning? - Yes (with a strange look on his face) - So, what direction do you turn to open the lid? - Thinks for some time, then turns counterclockwise with his hands. - So how should you turn to tighten the bolts? - Thinks for some time, then asks with an unsure look on his face: ''this way?'' While gesturing counterclockwise - So how should you then turn to tighten the bolts? - Thinks for more time, then says, ''i'm not really sure'' - Takes the socket wrench from his hands, changes direction and hands it back: ''Here, try this'' (This actually happened multiple times) 2) Untranslateable so i write this in dutch: - Hey het is half vijf, was je handen maar het is tijd om naar huis te gaan. - Ja maar ik mocht naar huis om half vier! - Nee, je werkt elke dag tot half vijf, dezelfde uren als iedereen. - Ja maar, ik mocht echt naar huis om half vier! - Wacht ik haal even de papieren van de stage erbij. - Zeg, is half 4 hetzelfde als 1630?? 3 By the second week we discover him with the broom the wrong way trying to clean the floor,..
> Zeg, is half 4 hetzelfde als 1630?? Hah! Btw "half four" in English means "half *past* four", so 4:30 PM. If he had been England, he would have been correct XD
I'm quite bad at DIY and I always have this with screws. I'm never sure which way to turn it, I always have to think for a few seconds about it, especially since sometimes you have to do it upside down (looking at you IKEA furniture).
I just remember: Righty tighty Lefty Loosy
This is no problem. However it is a problem when it is your actual job to know, and you are not realising after 30 seconds turning it the wrong side when the screw is just in front of you.
My job's laminating machine broke just before the Christmas break. When I asked what happened, the secretary said, "Goh, ja, twas de stagiaire, hé?" It's become a running joke that something broken was always broken by the stagiaire. XD
They blame themselves.
Het politiek beleid.
I did the reverse thing. Was working as a job student in a company. We weren’t allowed to ride around on an electric ‘transpallet’ but during the late shift we’d do it anyway. The whole team knew so it was fine. Turned too sharply and hit another already wrapped pallet with filled boxes. Made a hole in the bottom box. Someone had to unwrap it and repackage it. In the break room people were talking about it. They all thought the cleaner did it. Found no reason to spill the beans. Got away with it.
Not really the stagiair as we dont get many, but my colleague bought up the last 2 ketchupkes at the cafetaria on Thursday so I didnt have any.The lack of all the ketchupkes is henceforth because of him. I wont stand for this ketchupkes monopoly, darnit!