Recruiters are full of Crap

Welcome to the 6^th floor.

Today's contributors are: Ann, Sara

Subject: Recruiters are full of crap

“Recruiters are so full of crap though.” Sara says, talking to Ann about her recent job searches.

“I know the feeling. I'm not sure you can take anything they say seriously.”

“The one I talked to the other day said the guy he wanted to pass my resume along to would be 'salivating'.”

“Hope you've got durable paper.”

“Well, this was a couple of days ago and I've heard nothing. Maybe he salivated right through the resume and lost it.”

“Typical. Recruiters are like men, they never call when you need them.”

“Ha! That's for sure. It's annoying to have to trek out there just so these people can talk to me. I'm so glad I don't live in the suburbs or something, I can't imagine paying the LIRR fares every time a recruiter wanted to 'get to know me'.”

“I had to do that before I moved into the city. It sucked. It's $12 round trip off-peak, and that's not factoring in having to take the subway.”

“Ick. I had this really bubbly ditsy recruiter call me once. She saw my resume on monster, and called me, and we talked. Then she had to put me on hold to ask her supervisor something. When she came back, she was totally confused about who I was or why I was on the phone. We hung up shortly after that, but then the next day she calls again! I have little recognition of names usually, but her voice was so recognizable because it was so bubbly. She'd gotten my resume off of dice this time, but she seemed to have no recollection whatsoever of having talked to me the day before. It was hilarious.”

“Damn! That's an awesome story. Did she ever end up getting you an interview?”

“Nope, I never heard from her again.”

“Aww, I thought you were going to say she got your resume off of careerbuilder the next day.”

“That would've been great.”

“I had a recruiter interview in this really dingy office once. The entrance to the building was just a door's width between two stores on 38^th, and the lobby was probably smaller than our living room. When I got upstairs in the slow elevators, I was in an even smaller lobby.”

“Similarly I went to this interview where they were redoing the office, so I get off the elevator, and I can't get into the actual office, there is no receptionist, and there is all sorts of construction going on. I ended up following a worker in, and turned a random direction and asked someone to direct me to the person I was looking for. It was eight in the morning too so the office was very empty.”

“Hopefully you won't have to deal with too many recruiters, and will find a good job pretty fast.”

“Yeah. Although there is some joy to being able to lay around and not do anything. And I've rediscovered the joys of being up really late.”

“That just means that you'll have even more trouble adjusting to a new job.”

“Yeah. Probably.”

Here I Am!

Welcome to the 6^th floor.

Today's contributors are: Ann

Subject: Ann's e-note

I'm not at home, but I read my roommates' post searching for me, and decided to leave an e-note instead of responding directly. At least this way they won't make fun of me using whole pads of post-its for my note. I feel like Nemo after reading the post; Tabitha as the father clown fish, and Scott as Dory.

First I want to say thank you to the Barmaid and hope she's okay after her last post. We got more traffic from her link to our blog Sunday than we'd had all of the previous three months, and I think we may have even snagged a regular reader or two.

I've had a busy week, and certainly a better one than the Mets. (Sorry Sara) I've got two big surprises, which I don't want to reveal in this note, but if you're all in for late night snacks and drinks at Catalina's Friday night, I'll meet and explain it all to you there. Frank and Sara, you guys aren't headed to one of the subway series games this weekend right? Both surprises will be explained when I show up, although they're not related in any way.

I visited my parents out on the island. I was briefly hanging out with an old boyfriend, who it turns out only actually missed one part of me. I had some of my mother's delicious ravioli, and caught up with my family and read some books I'd been meaning to read for a while. I really enjoyed Angels and Demons by Dan Brown, I'd been meaning to read that since Sara lent it to me after we saw the Da Vinci Code.

I left my job at the library, which is what allowed me the time to visit my parents. The job wasn't bad, and I wasn't worried about being stuck under a pile of Harry Potter books, (excellent visual there Scott, thanks.) but it was time for me to move along.

My writing ambitions have picked up again, and I think a lot of it has to do with making myself write this blog. Having my roommates help out with it has been a great relief too. I was discussing the blog with an old friend, and she mentioned that our lives resemble the tv show Friends in many ways. She suggested I should write a script based on the blog, like a Friends episode. I've never written anything in that format, but I might try it just for the sake of trying something new.

I have been coming and going at odd hours, especially since I haven't wanted to pay the peak LIRR train fare to go out on the island. However, I have indeed seen my roommates this week, even if they haven't seen me. I'll leave the details for discussion over drinks Friday night.