hen tenns balls were square. It was 8 to 5 even if there was enough ice on the highway that one had to leave home at 5:00 AM and drive with two wheels off the pavement to keep from sliding into a ditch. I had nightmares about hearing my boss pontificate about "We sell the air around us and if we are not here it won't go on the air". I wanted him to start gasping for some of that air every time he said it. Ducking out on Friday is good. my clients all want to but since they can't they seem to decide to call the headhunter at 4:00 on Friday afternoon. What the hell, it gives me something to do over the weekend.
@Paul, Thanks but i just have one question. How come it is i worked hard when i was young and i'm still putting my nose to the grind stone? Nevermind, i have a favorite poem.
If you put your nose to the grind stone rough...
And you hold it down there long enough...
These things will there cease to be..
Birds that sing, and a flower and a tree...
These three things will your world compose..
Just you, your stone and your effin' bloody nose!
Get us a T time. If i start right now i can make it by Friday.…
indicates growth, maintains a positive atmosphere in the organisation, In the time of recession with so many confused faces around & a sense of insecurity in the air one cannot deny the vibe the recruitment creates in a small or a big organisation.
Challenge in recruitment is finding the right person for the right job: A right person is not just by qualification but the person with the ability to sail through in the organisation , live / accomdate oneself.
Recruitment is the back bone of an organisation as it gets the new blood in . Freshness of the ideas & agression rejuvinates the organisation , ofcourse getting the right candidate in right time is also equally crucial .
When it comes to working in limited time frame recruitment consultants play a great role : Making them understand the need of organisation is one of the important task, once that is done they never leave a stone unturned to get that manpower ,sometimes they get gems but most of the times we need to adjust to stones by finding some color on it . But they are the quickest in getting almost 60% matches .
Other times small help of job portals , refferals , extranet , resumeware do their little wonders at times .
Recruitments should never stop as this is the lively froce which gets the organisation going
So recruitment is not just my future as a HR manager but also the future of the organisation
- Suneeta. Hegde…
ht now knows I will pay them $5/hr for any contractor they refer to me (on the hours they work.)
I am more than happy to pay referral fees. Heck - I'm quite content to do splits with other recruiters. That's 50/50. Why in the world would I not be open to sending some dude a check for $1000?.....or $5000 for that matter?
No "in stone" policy though. Case by case.
Open up the checkbook people. :)…
What I know from my very short conversation with Jobster is that they are trimming costs and narrowing focus. It's a valid way to approach the legacy, I suppose. It's reasonable and predictable that the pendulum would swing far from Goldberg's radical openness.
Cheezhead's opinion aside, Jason Goldberg opened the dialog in our industry in a way we'd never seen before. He demonstrated what to do when public opinion turns hard. He took a chapter from the Jeff Taylor book of Recruiting brand development and improved on it. I'm certain that his behavior would produce shivers in many investors and board members.
So, when Jobster makes its moves, you can be sure it will be a pendulum swing. It'd be nice if they extended that intensity to the industry and donated the domain name to Recruitingblogs.com. It's a two birds with one stone kind of deal...winning the hearts of the recruiting community while distancing themselves from a legacy that makes them uncomfortable.…
rsonal interaction out of the process. That followed by an automatic response further depersonalizes the interaction.
Do I want to go back to the stone age absolutely not. But I am not sure that more technology can fix the problem that technology has created in the first place.
I am however getting a bit bored with all the screaming about "the candidate" experience" when I get 100 resumes with no cover letter, no indication of salary requirements, no dates on jobs prior to 1998, no indication of why that candidate wants to make a change or why they left their last job. Yes, it is my job to get that information but it seems to me that if candidates were a bit more personally involved with applying for a position they might receive a bit more of a personal response from recruiters and HR within the company.
How did it come to be that candidates see a posting, push a button with no other personal information then spend hours posting and bitching about their "candidate experience". I postulate that the ones who make some small effort are not the ones who are making all the noise about their experience. Elephant trainers are always interested in working with elephants who show some interest rather than walking through the room leaving a deposit then demanding attention for the deposit.
Perhaps it all boils down to the old saying. "I shot an arrow into the air.". "it came to earth I know not where."
"screw it, got lots of arrows"…
t is so important to have the biggest list of them all, maybe the open networks should pay. If there is true value in it, then it should be something one pays for. I think people need to realize that the world was not built for them. If you get an email from Linkedin like that it is probably because you are in violation of their user agreement. If they ask you to stop and you don't they probably send another email and if you still don't stop, there is no case you can make why it is unfair that you got removed.
Julia Stone said:I am wondering just how many people you are emailing at one time, my guess is that you got flagged for spam & abuse because it exceeded their limits. I would also wonder how effective your current methods are, we get approximately 1/3 or 1/4 response rate from our metrics on LI.
I have never had an issue and I use it all the time to network, but I do take a point to only contact people who are open to career opportunities as linked In calls them.
I wonder how long it will be before they boot all of the open networkers off that don't want to pay 10,000+ per year to have a corporate solution. I have a feeling they have little sympathy for any of us.
out the window to see who it was.
"Ben," I cried, surprised to see someone I hadn't seen in a couple years - a stone mason who had done work for me in the past, standing alongside a young man that appeared to be heading to his grandfather's (as it turned out) rim-rod straight 6'6" height.
"I've been thinking about you! You've been popping into my head lately," I said as I opened the screen door wide and signaled for the two of them to come inside. "I've been wondering if you were back in town yet" I said, knowing that he spends his past-seventy years wintering in Atlanta, avoiding the cold we have up north.
"Last week I got back. We just finished a job for the city - we put up a wall over on Compton Rd., and we was out drivin' up here to put a bid in on another job. I thought I'd stop in," he explained.
Knowing that his stop was a mixture of pleasure and business, I did not disappoint. I told him my brother had just purchased an apartment complex and needed some masonry work done on the property and I suggested he give Tom a call and gave him my brother’s number. I also told him I had had a tree fall on one of my properties that had done some walk damage and had pulled part of a stone wall down with it in one of September’s storms and could he stop by and look at it. I said it probably wasn’t more than a day’s work for two people but it might fill a hole here and there in his schedule.
We talked a bit more before we got down to that particular business above – talk that brought each of us up-to-date quickly with each other. The young man with him was one of his twenty-two grandchildren, fourteen and half of a set of twins that I remember used to ride occasionally in the truck with their grandfather. “My, how he's grown,” I remarked, as many women approaching their dotages might. Seeing the puzzled look on his face about my eighteen month old granddaughter I explained that I was raising her while her mother got it together. “It’s hard, these days,” Ben said. “These young kids have so many temptations…” echoing for me something my mother said to me before she died. “We raised two from the times they was birthed - the girl just turned eighteen and the boy is twenty-two. Their mother had a hard time of it too. But it all turned out okay,” he finished, his voice dropping low and peaceful. I felt his consolation.
About the work I had mentioned, Ben said, “Thankye’ – I’ll get right on it,” and that I know he will. Sometime today, or tomorrow, I ‘spect to get a call from Ben telling me the work is finished and what I owe him for it. Whatever he charges will be fine with me. Our friendship goes a ways back and here is how it started.
“Ben” is a stone mason from way back. I first met him when he was contracted by the City of Cincinnati to remove and haul away a street that I lived on in Mt. Lookout. I became fascinated by the removal process as the digging out of the street for its replacement unearthed about 4 feet of street levels that included large, flat stones and old cobblestones that had been used as the curbing for one of the older street incarnations. I asked the fast-moving crew one day if they minded if I did some “excavation” myself at night after they knocked off, of those beautiful granite cobblestones. (Cobblestones were often times used for ballast in sailing ships. I have no idea how they ended up here in inland Cincinnati except for the fact that the city is located on the Ohio River and was a major shipping point by water in the past.) There was one thing for sure; I was enchanted by the history and mystery of those stones coming out of the street bed.
The crew member working one of the heavy pieces of machinery that I stood at the base of hollering up into the hot mid-day sun told me I needed to talk to the “boss” and pointed me in the direction of a tall black man, giving direction to a group of laborers that appeared stymied by a part of the removal process. As I approached the huddled group intent on some problem they looked up as Ben straightened and took his cap off. I remember how tall he was and how carefully polite he was as he asked me if there was something he could help me with. I told him the malfeasance I wished to commit after his crew had departed for the day and he laughed and told me to “knock myself out,” or somethin’ akin to giving me permission to rob the city of stones that were going to be hauled away and placed into a dump site that was to become a new runway for a small local airport.
I guess he thought I would give up after the first thieving attempt, defeated and crushed under the weight of the stones. At the end of the week, as my stash of stones grew ever larger after my midnight raids, I hear a knock at my front door. Opening it I hear an engine rumbling and behind Ben standing in my doorframe and in the street is one of those big yellow scoop trucks, idling like mad, black diesel smoke scurrying away into the wind.
“The guys tell me you gotta’ be onea’ the hardest woikin’ white women they’ve ever seen. Where would you like us to dump these stones?” and lo and behold he brought more stones in three short runs with that scoop truck than I could have mustered on my own up the hill in a month. I was oh-so-grateful and offered Ben and his crew something to drink. One of the men said a nice cold beer would be great and Ben interrupted and said Cokes would do just fine. I filled a cooler with ice and Cokes and gave it to Ben, knowing without having to ask him that he would return the cooler. He did a short while later and as he stood there asked me what I was plannin’ on doing with those stones as I was in the process of “washing them down” with a hose. “If you’s gonna be plannin’ on stackin’ them stones you’d best leave that clay on ‘em,” he advised. “There ain’t no better glue to help them dry stack,” he explained. I turned the hose off.
I told him I wanted to build short walls around my flower beds and a low retaining wall across the front of my house. He told me he did that kind of work and might he give me a price to do it for me? Excitedly, because it’s my experience stone masons are very hard to come by anymore, I agreed that that would be a wonderful idea. Stone masonry is a lost art and few practice it. There’s an artist’s eye that goes into building good stonework and little did I know I had come across one such artist.
He walked around my house and in about fifteen minutes knocked again at my door. “About $800 oughtta get this done for you,” and he handed me a list of what he proposed to do, attached to a rough drawing of the layout. Flabbergasted and expecting much more, I dumbly asked if that price included all the materials. “You got all the materials here,” he pointed out. "All them stones are gonna make some beautiful walls.” I knew then that we spoke the same language. About a week later he and those stones did just that.
Why do I tell this story? I tell this story as an example of a simple business development technique that works – building on old relationships by the very simple pleasure of staying in touch. Not a lot of business gets discussed when you circle back to those who’ve been important to you in the past but the business that does get discussed is pertinent, almost each and every time.
Stop in and see someone on a Sunday afternoon. You never know what you’ll find.