de is suited n booted.
The same in reverse, dont turn up suited n booted if the enviroment is bean bags and ice cream machines.
I have known very talented people loose a job offer becouse of the clients re-action to their presentation. Always look smart, but reflect the enviroment you will be working in - becouse the client will always be picturing you sitting (or not) at your desk /beanbag and / or their own clients re-action to you.
However, never- ever- the "Beardy In Sandalls" look. And never with white socks....…
high heels. I don't think I need a neutral color power suit to be taken seriously. I've been known to rock an animal print dress and 4 inch heels at work - as long as a woman isn't showing too much skin and dresses to flatter her figure (not too tight, not too loose) what's the problem?…
l need them when I run out of nose to lower my current specs when I need to adjust from far to near. Sheesh!
The weird thing is, aside from the external and sometimes internal age-related "side-effects" I still feel like the same person I always was. I do notice that normal clothes and shoes are increasingly uncomfortable though. I just thought that was because of my current home-based situation I only infrequently dress presentably and wear soft, loose, casual stuff the majority of time.
I'm a bit more "experienced" than you in the b-day dept, but best wishes from a fellow Aquarian!
fices bring him in for smaller group sales training. The recruiter i was talking with said he had met him at one of the national meetings thought he was great but it flashed through his mind when he met him that he was pretty ruddy complected. Sort of a passing thought and ignored because the guy is an ourdoorsy type.
Seems there was a big ole conference last weekend for the top producers in the chain at some fancy resort. As there always are there were big parties each night. The word has hit the airwaves this morning from the folks who were there that Mr. fabulous sales trainer got a snoot full at the party and proceeded to drop his pants and yell, "WINNING is what it's all about".
The word is that he was quickly escorted out of the party told to pack his shit and was taken to the airport for the next flight back home. Anybody want to guess how much money his WINNING performance cost him or when he will be doing the next sales training for anyone in that organization?
There may be lots of other idiots who think because this messed up actor has gotten so much attention that they can do some of the same and get the same attention or press. I know for certain that not all press is good press in the real world. Recruiting ain't Hollywood!
Here's a thought. Real people in the real everyday world of work will in fact be fired, lose their reputation as a sane human being, loose their kids and end up in the drunk tank at the local jail or the psych ward if they act like our boy Charlie.
I agree with Chris on the point that my clients are not interested in why i can't if i can't or any daily updates that do not include a good resume. They don't give a tinkers damn what i did over the weekend or last night unless it makes the papers or i am stupid enough to share many details of my personal life that i would not share with the most proper of PC folks. I am far from politically correct but it's my observation that business for the most part operates on a PC level if one wants to hang around long. It seems to be better not to offend anyone than take a risk that the ones you do offend don't sign the front of your check.
I know a couple of ex recruiters who thought it was cool to take the younger internal recruiters to titty bars and get loaded then nudge elbows the next day. Notice i said ex recruiters. The internals are no longer with us either. They are selling cell phones and talking about the days they used to "do deals" in recruiting. I've watched a lot of young female (some older ones too) recruiters start dating or make the beast with two backs with candidates or clients. Most of them are either working at car dealerships or hopping tables somewhere at this point.
My take is , if you are a high rolling, hot shot who wants to act like Charlie Sheen or the girls at the Triple Triangle Hog Ranch, you better have high rolling clients who are at the C level and can't get fired or divorced. Or you have a burning desire to sell cell phones or work at a car dealership.
I have been known to drink too much champagne at a wedding and end up in the fountain at the country club in a long dress. Thank God it was very dark, very late and none of my clients were there and my escort had the good sense to jerk my silly butt out of the water and get me out of there fast.
I was very, very quiet for a long time and was delighted that my reputation as the "Diving Diva "did not get outside the circle of a few close friends. I did not think i was nearly as cute when the sun came up. There were a few clients and/or candidates who would have thought it was pretty funny, given my fees for image consulting. There were a lot more who would have dropped me off the radar in a heartbeat. Right wrong or indifferent it would have happened.
Thank God i still had enough sense not to take that dress off before i went into the fountain. If nothing else it would have tranished my reputation as a serious animal cruelty advocate the next time i testified in court. There are other areas of our lives that can be wrecked by stupid behavior, not just business.…
regularly called a CV instead of a resume. And for an Organic Chemist, that is what it is called. The tech company where I was the Manager of Recruitment had been looking for the right fit for quite some time. A chemist in the light sensor industry is difficult to come by. Someone with the right education and background that could assist in the development of a groundbreaking biotechnology was needed at this point in the product development process. And sitting before me was a quality candidate on paper. The Director of Product Development had conducted a successful phone interview, as had another chemist (a peer) and ultimately, the Vice President of Engineering. The next step was the on-sight interview. Arrangements were made, flights and hotels booked. All seemed to be right and hope hung in the air - the hope that a protracted search would be coming to a happy close.
And this was the day - that day in late spring - the candidate was arriving from his hotel, the other departmental chemist had picked him up from the nearby hotel, taken him to lunch and on a brief tour of the lab and building. During the tour, the duo swung by my office. I heard them coming, so I went out to greet them and that is when I knew it was over. His loose combat pants bunched about his feet that were casually flopping in a pair of black flip-flops. His pale yellow, "interview-inappropriate" t-shirt clung loosely to masculine shoulders that proved his statement, "I play league water polo."
I shook his hand and invited him into my office for a brief chat prior to his interview with the Hiring Manager, the VP of Engineering and others. I bluntly asked, "Did you need to stop by the hotel to change? I can give you a lift." He raised his hand to shake it off, "I'm fine." I asked if he was sure and he again waved me off. I finally asked, "So.., no suit? no shirt and tie? Going for the casual look today, huh?" He shrugged and laughed it off, "I thought, 'what the heck? It's Southern California, it's Newport Beach...,' I will be fine dressing like this."
His perfect CV lay before me, taunting me. (See? I was right about the taunt.) And the PhD didn't matter. The published articles didn't matter. The List of References seemed a joke. Why? Because, as old-fashioned as it may seem, the way he was dressed was disrespectful. He had anticipated a laid-back environment lightly laced with professionalism - when it was really the opposite - a professional environment that was ever-so-slightly laid back. He didn't get the job, as a matter of fact we didn't even fully finish his day of interviewing. I took him back to the hotel and told him we would be in touch.
And I was - we were in touch - I signed him off stating that we were going to keep looking, that he wasn't the right person for the job and I explained why. He was unaccepting and called me every two weeks for several months asking if we had filled the position. Of course, we had not but that didn't matter, he was not right for our company. I learned. I learned to tell candidates, though I had always professed to not coach my candidates, I flat out told them to wear a suit or at the very least a shirt and tie for a man and dress top and pants for a woman.
You see, the candidate looking bad made me look bad. Never again.