candidates will not respond directly to a post but they call for information after someone forwards the job post to them. I love being contacted by a candidate who does not even have an updated resume. Great place to start with a top candidate that i did not have to dig out from under a rock.
My attitude is that job postings are simply advertising what we have to sell. Think about it, did you even buy anything or start to look at something because you saw an ad or a commercial. Jeezus, we are all over the place making noise about brands and fan pages, tweets and engagement, blah , blah, blah. How about puting out there what we have to sell and see if we can generate interest in what we are peddling instead of playing all the silly games and acting like a bunch of simpering, engaging, reluctant virgins hoping somebody will "follow us" so we can bag them and glory in that we got a candidate from social media.
Advertising is a long way from a successful match. Interestingly, i picked up the morning paper at the dentists office there were five pages on a weekday of big print ads. And guess who one of the biggest was? Monster. Offering free customer service help for people to get their resume online. I can get most of those people pounding the phone 8 hours a day. My take is Monster can spend tons on print ads, get those folks signed up or at least looking at the site. Then i spend a hundred bucks post a job and get most of them and their friends and neighbors. Sure some of my clients can get the same ones but mostly they don't get the best, too risky, they want a headhunter to rep them, get them feedback and get them into the right people.…
, which is the basis for the anno Domini system of dating, is thought to have occurred between 7 and 2 BC. December 25 is not thought to be Jesus' actual date of birth, and the date may have been chosen to correspond with either a Roman festival, or with the winter solstice. More on Christmas here.
Everyone has their own Christmas traditions; mine will start on Christmas Eve when, around 4 p.m., the hustle and bustle of the day’s preparations will settle into a quiet and hushed anticipation of the evening’s celebration. My family and a few close friends will begin arriving at my house in small groups before the evening meal, which generally begins around 6. They’ll bring delicacies and cookies, candy and bags of presents. The house will be lit with myriads of fragranced candles and both fireplaces will be blazing. I’ll shush the animals (three cats and a dog) outside but they’ll scoot back in when someone opens a door to retrieve more firewood or at the first opportunity presented.
This year we’ll have a rib roast with potatoes and Caesar Salad, one of my specialties. Everyone will rave about how good everything is and around 8 we’ll begin exchanging gifts. There will be a box of chocolates we pass around; recalling how as kids we would pinch out the bottoms to see what was in them. My brother will comment on my mother’s old pinched glass ornaments that survived their innards being poked out and my sister will inspect the tree decorations, recalling minute memories of our shared past Christmases. My nephew, now sixteen, will plant himself on his knees at the tree’s base and (still) excitedly pass out gifts, calling out each recipient’s name before passing the brightly wrapped box over heads, knees and elbows. A pile of paper, ribbons and bows will accumulate on the floor and furniture until someone thinks to retrieve a bag large enough to start stuffing everything into. Invariably, some small, usually light token will get swept into the bag only to be missed days later after the trash has gone out.
This year, my fifteen month old granddaughter will be the center of attention. Toddling, she is all agog at the bright lights of the tree and the shiny ornaments that twinkle their reflected light. Intrigued, she stoops and pulls at the gathering boxes beneath the tree, offering me the smaller ones with a hopeful and growing expectation that I might just open one for her. (I have to admit I have.) The fun of watching her anticipation mounting is hard to describe. I can only wish this blessing for all of you someday.
It will be the usual mayhem for about an hour until the last gift is passed and the tree stands with its base starkly bare. We’ll sit around and remark on the different gifts and exchange stories of glory how each was won or almost lost. I’ll look to the tree and wish silently we could back things up a couple hours once again as my siblings and theirs begin to accumulate what is now theirs and pack it all into bags for the trip home. They’ll leave with as much as they brought plus leftovers that will become part of my sister’s early afternoon meal that will go on into the evening the next day that all of us will be present at. Some of us will head for Midnight Mass – not me this year; I will head for bed with my little charge within minutes of them leaving. There will be some presents held back for her Christmas morning. In the dawn there will be another wild explosion as she tears through what Santa brought the night before. I can hardly wait.
"And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding shall keep your hearts and minds through Jesus Christ." ~ Philippians Ch 4: V. 7…