The problem is that there continues to be more social networks popping up all over the place, more wonderful blogs beign created with great content that I want to follow, but I swear if I have to join one more network I'm going to need to be institutionalized! :) What I need is something that will read my blogs to me while I sleep so I can subconsciously take it in while I snooze away, and wake up feeling smarter and well-informed (instead of cranky and wondering where my cup of coffee is?)…
may be able to afford fur coats, lots of horses, fast cars and older wine. The only problem is you don't have time to ride the horses, the place you have to go to keep your business going, fur coats are not appropriate. Your lavish life style amounts to living on something out of a white sack that you slam dunk at your computer at midnight before you fall over in heap to grap four hours sleep after you slam down a bottle of over priced wine out of a paper cup so you can go to sleep and not worry about what your candidate is going to say in the interview tomorrow or is the background check going to come back ok on the big one that was just accepted.
However, and , but (as Peter Ceccarelli would say) one can afford to buy great art from talented artists who just happen to be HR managers(that would also be Peter) so you have something wonderful to look at while you tap away on the puter or have a phone growing out of your ear.
Seriously, i do not recommend 3rd party recruiting to new grads at this point in time. If you think you want to be a recruiter start with an internal spot. Get some business experience, make connections then if you want to jump out there and run the sharks you have some plain old business experience under your belt. I have talked with three or four young recruiters in the past two weeks who have done well but are getting their ears pinned back or fired or have been faced with working for an unethical firm owner who scerwed them on commissions, asked them to recruit for jobs that didn't exist or just woke up one day and felt like they needed to take a shower after being in the office for an hour based on what was going on.
d on TV, it doesn't amount to a hill of beans. When I gave +K to people I mostly did not know or wanted to get to know, some of them were delighted with the mention and forgot who I was the next day! It's a lot of fun sometimes, but worthless...as Jerry Albright would say.
I learned that although 'The Recruiting Animal' opened a door to the discussion of religion on his show, I will never try to debate him again on the subject because he may or may not know more than I do and it is futile to carry it on. (the debate)
I also have come to the conclusion that 94% of the recruiters and Sr. SPHR's who have hired me at various companies over the years, the ones who have filled my bank account with the most money, not only do not know how to use social media for their recruiting efforts - they don't give a flip about it.....which I already knew but confirmed it for myself recently.
And one last thing, the wonderful Karla Porter took time out of her busy day to teach me a thing or two about technology - Thank You, Karla :)…
n the expression, in July and August. The Romans thought it was when the seas boil, people are mean and mad and dogs die. I think it just has to do with the heat, vacations, kids out of school driving everybody nuts. If my dogs are any indication they are a hell of a lot smarter than most of the humans on the planet during this part of the year. They aren't dead, they just have enough sense to stay in shade or in a cool place in the corner of the house and sleep until it cools off.
This summer in the Texas panhandle has been the worst i have ever encountered and i've been here for seven decades. 33 days of over 100o and no rain. None, ziltch, zero. I saw a group of people standing outside the other day having a fit over something. Thinking it must be some wonderful discovery or geez, even a five car pileup i ran over to see what everybody was so excited about. It was a weed. Yeppers just one little green weed, growing out there all by itself like it had water or something. None of us had seen anything green in so long that it was something worth gathering around and talking about until some little old lady ran over and pulled it up. The old bitch ruined the day for about 20 people. The next time we see a weed we are going to watch out for the little old ladies and head them off before they can kill the only thing green in the Texas panhandle. Biatches, they should stay inside when it's this hot.
One thing about the Dawg Days of Summer when it's like this, most folks have to stay inside and work because it's too hot to do anything else so production should go up but since the seas seem to be boiling everybody is a little or a lot nuts. I have had a good sumer with several good placements made in the industrial engineering vertical but the Dawg Days of Recruiting hit with a sledge hammer force this morning. To me the Dawg Days of Recruiting are the few days after i have closed a particularly difficult placement. That's not true. In my world the Dawg Days of Recrittering (that's not a typo) i often refer to what we do as "recrittering" I just take a critter from one place and put that critter someplace else so would else could it be but "recrittering". Don't go there with your insults about referring to people as critters. It's the Dawg Days of Summer and i could care less about your touchy feely crap. I'll get back to being Ms. "Love they one ya got" next week after i get over the Dawg Days of recruiting recrittering, whatever. I digress...
The two or three days after i make a placement or close two or three that have gone on since Noah launched the Ark, i am litterally not worth a flip. I'm tired, i'm drained, i hate everything with two legs and a mouth and email. All i want to do is curl up with my sleeping dogs or go talk to my horses because they don't talk back, they don't care about benefits, they don't take but a minute to make a decision about anything and none of them have failed a drug test or a background check. Let's hear it for the Equines!
I'm here, this is it, the Dawg Days of Recrittering and the Dawg Days of Summer crossed paths in the eternal equinox today. I will not interview anyone else this week, I will not answer any more questions, i will not listen to anymore nervous nellie hour long phone calls from candidates who have a phone interview a week from next Tuesday and are driving themselves crazy worrying about what they are going to say and how to say it and want to beat in my ear about it. I am not even going to try and get feedback from the interview that happened ten days ago before the internal recruiter went on vacation with instructions that if call the hiring manager she will forever banish me to seventh circle of hell. In sort ..until Monday i just don't give a damn.
What happens to you the day after you make a placement or two? Are you one of those lying, obnoxious recruiters who never hits the Dawg Days, always have things in the pipeline organized to fall between the hours of 8 and 5 Monday through Friday. If you are go to a conference or tweet about it or something equally as oatmeal. I want to hear from the people who run on five hour energy until they hit the wall when things close. What do you do when the fighting is over, the offer is made and accepted, the drug test is passed, the start date is set?
I am going shopping, then i am going to go bathe seven horses. It's hot they need a bath and it takes all day and requires no thought or conversation. :)…
ould be shot before the raven left the limb at sunrise. It was my very first confidential search for a CFO so I was determined to find the best in the west in this cloak and dagger secret world of being a headhunter.
I mentioned to a friend that I was looking for a CPA with big eight (in the dark ages there eight) background. She had an aha moment, said she had met a fellow at a chamber meeting who was a CFO but she didn't know who he worked for or if he had big 8 background. (if you see this one coming you have been a recruiter longer than I had been at that moment).
Wonderful sez I. How about you call him, tell him a headhunter would like to invite him to join us for dinner so I can interview him over dinner. She asked who the job was with. I sprained in my best covert operative tone of voice that it was highly confidential. Off to dinner we went. Enter the target. He was drop dead gorgeous, had been a senior manager with kpmg, graduate of William and Mary and had moved to the city to join a company six years previously as their CFO. I was very busy selling my confidential CFO listing, explaining of course that it was highly confidential so I would not be able to release the company name until my boss and I went over his resume with the owner of our client company. I did a great selling job. He was interested, very interested. We agreed that he would drop his resume off to me at my office the next morning.
Thinking that I had landed the big fish, I hit the office early to tell my boss that I had in record time found the replacement for her secret job. She was amazed when I gave her the download and asked who he was with currently. I had forgotten in my big sell to ask him who he was with currently but splained quickly that he was on his way to the office to bring his resume and meet with both of us so she might want to call the client to drop on over. She did. I was about to be a hero.
My super recruit arrived, I buzzed my boss announced he was here and we were coming to her office. We walked into her office, I handed her one copy of his resume sat down and opened my copy just as she looked at her copy. My life passed before my eyes. I had managed to recruit the guy for the company that was getting ready to fire him as fast as I could find a replacement for him and his boss was on the way in ten minutes to meet this paragon of all things financial whom I had so cleverly managed to find in only one day.
My boss looked at me with a look that made me grateful that the office windows on the 17th floor did not open and were shatter proof. After a frozen moment in time I recovered enough to say something to the effect that his resume looked great but since mrs. S. Had a meeting in a few minutes, why didn't he and I run downstairs to the coffee shop and visit a bit. I hustled him out the backdoor of the office and onto the elevator just as one of the other elevators opened.
Neither of the gentlemen involved ever knew that Ms. Superstar had narrowly averted a recruiting disaster of the first order. I did find his replacement, he got fired. I placed him out of town so he would never know what a debacle I had created. My boss suggested in no uncertain terms that it might be a good idea to find out who a candidate for before I did the whole dog and pony show. As I recall I didn't sleep much until the whole thing was over. Yuck...
As George Carlin would say, it was a near hit.…