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.”

Drinking During the MLB All-Star Game

Welcome to the 6^th floor.

Today's contributors are: Ann, Tabitha, Frank, Billy.

Subject: All-Star Drinking Game

“Sara and Scott want to watch the All-Star Game tonight. You guys in for that?”

“Sure, I don't have anything else planned.”

“Is there going to be drinking?”

“You ask that about everything.”

“It's always a valid question.”

“Not in response to 'Let's go play laser tag.'!”

“If you think laser tag is fun sober, you should try it drunk.”

“I'd think they'd frown on that.”

“You'd be surprised. As long as you don't puke on the guns they're pretty much okay with it.”

“Enough about puke. Sara actually devised an All-Star drinking game, so we can actually drink if you like.”

“Sounds like she had a productive day at work yesterday.”

“She must have. You did hear Frank say she made up a drinking game right?”

“I'm sure her bosses loved that.”

“Well they should. It looks like a good game, well thought out. We actually have to split into teams, and drink based on what either the National or American league do.”

“Sounds decent. Do we have beer?”

Billy goes to the fridge to check. “We have some. We should probably pick up another case.”

“We'll leave that to you. When is the game on? Seven like normal?”

“Actually, it's on at eight. It's a national broadcast so they want it on in prime time on the east coast. It'll be five in San Francisco.”

“Why do we care what time it's on in San Francisco?”

“Well, the game itself is being playing in San Francisco.”

“Oh. Well Billy's going to get more beer, I actually have a job interview now. I'll be back later.”

“Job interview? Decided to actually earn money this summer?”

“Yeah. It's an office job. I'd just be answering phones and that kind of thing. If Scott and Billy are going to keep insisting we drink pretty much every night I'm going to need more cash.”

“Well good luck!”

“Break a leg.”

“I think they only say that in show business.”

“Oh. Well, at least if you break a leg getting the job you'll have insurance right?”

“I doubt breaking a leg at the job interview would leave a good impression actually. I probably wouldn't get the job.”

“They frown upon drinking games in hospitals too.”

“Good luck!” Frank calls as Tabitha leaves.

“I don't really understand this gainful employment stuff you guys are so into. Seems like such a drag.”

By the way, the drinking game Sara devised can be found at MLB All Star Drinking Game. Enjoy!