CreamyGoodness
Well-Known Member
I just got a rather obnoxious email from a recruiter, which is the impetus to another CreamyGoodness rant.
Part of why I am so cranky all the time is that I was brought up to be polite. Not everyone was, and indeed some professions seem to have an adversion to it, so I have gotten walked on.
No longer.
One class of people I have had to develop a limited tolerance for are recruiters.
I have to deal with recruiters to get new contracts and also, once I am signed, to help my employers get new staffing. I see firsthand, often, how helpful a good recruiter can be, and how obnoxious a bad one can be.
One thing you constantly have to keep in mind is that a recruiter cares ONLY about their commission. If you lose sight of this you are lost. Any pleasantries about your recent wedding or the fact that their stepson went to your school is merely a way of building up a (largely false) rapport, and is not to be taken seriously. You are potential walking dollar signs, nothing more. Your time will be wasted if you let it, you will get strongarmed if you let them, and your intelligence will be insulted if you let it be.
The single most vile I have ever been to another human being has been a telephone conversation I had with a recruiter. It is the first and only time I have brought an adult to tears. This is a woman who called nonstop before and after interviews (usually at places I told her I had no interest in or could not afford to work at), told me constantly about how she wouldnt be available to talk when I needed to actually do so because she would be breastfeeding (she talked so much about breastfeeding that her breasts became perhaps the only pair in America that repulsed me) and would constantly forget my salary requirements. Oh, and she would talk about numerology, riki and "crystals."
The day I had had enough is when I told her that my grandmother had been diagnosed with cancer, which is why I sounded "blase" as she put it. "I am really worried about your energy going into this interview!"
"...Excuse me?"
When she repeated herself anger took over. "Ok. Because I am a professional I will go on this interview as promised. I am not going to take any of your worthless pre-interview "coaching", I am not going to call you afterwards, and we are breaking contact after this. I have no need for a used car salesperson nor for snake oil or hair tonic. Your breasts are your husband's problem, I dont give a **** about your tits. I will not be making any more useless edits to my resume, either. It has been abundantly clear that I (and the large commission I can yield) are better off without than with you. Oh, and may I suggest in the future you invest in some f'ing post-it notes? The fact that you forget my information every time we speak does not speak to your reputation of competance.
She literally burst into tears and begged for forgiveness and for another chance. I declined, more politely than I had been before, and agreed to not spread details of the conversation with her name attached.
I hung up, took a long shower, and had to have my wife remind me when she got home that I was a good person despite reducing a lunatic to tears.
My whole point here is that when dealing with a recruiter you need to lay out your dos and don't before hand. Its not entirely unlike the yes and no list a porn star has. Let them know you will not go on an interview if you are uninterested in the position. Let them know how much coaching, interview and resume help you think you need, and stick to it. Remind them that if they get spiteful and report you to the labor board for not taking a job (they sometimes pull that crap) that you will tell everyone you meet that they did so (the dept. of labor will list them in the notice they send to you, so you have no worries of libel). Tell them also that you do not under any circumstances pick up calls from an unlisted number (another trick of theirs). While you are eager to use their help to get a job, you have been burned in the past and have no intention to have it happen again.
If they are one of the good ones, they will tell you how refreshing it is to hear. Trust me.
Part of why I am so cranky all the time is that I was brought up to be polite. Not everyone was, and indeed some professions seem to have an adversion to it, so I have gotten walked on.
No longer.
One class of people I have had to develop a limited tolerance for are recruiters.
I have to deal with recruiters to get new contracts and also, once I am signed, to help my employers get new staffing. I see firsthand, often, how helpful a good recruiter can be, and how obnoxious a bad one can be.
One thing you constantly have to keep in mind is that a recruiter cares ONLY about their commission. If you lose sight of this you are lost. Any pleasantries about your recent wedding or the fact that their stepson went to your school is merely a way of building up a (largely false) rapport, and is not to be taken seriously. You are potential walking dollar signs, nothing more. Your time will be wasted if you let it, you will get strongarmed if you let them, and your intelligence will be insulted if you let it be.
The single most vile I have ever been to another human being has been a telephone conversation I had with a recruiter. It is the first and only time I have brought an adult to tears. This is a woman who called nonstop before and after interviews (usually at places I told her I had no interest in or could not afford to work at), told me constantly about how she wouldnt be available to talk when I needed to actually do so because she would be breastfeeding (she talked so much about breastfeeding that her breasts became perhaps the only pair in America that repulsed me) and would constantly forget my salary requirements. Oh, and she would talk about numerology, riki and "crystals."
The day I had had enough is when I told her that my grandmother had been diagnosed with cancer, which is why I sounded "blase" as she put it. "I am really worried about your energy going into this interview!"
"...Excuse me?"
When she repeated herself anger took over. "Ok. Because I am a professional I will go on this interview as promised. I am not going to take any of your worthless pre-interview "coaching", I am not going to call you afterwards, and we are breaking contact after this. I have no need for a used car salesperson nor for snake oil or hair tonic. Your breasts are your husband's problem, I dont give a **** about your tits. I will not be making any more useless edits to my resume, either. It has been abundantly clear that I (and the large commission I can yield) are better off without than with you. Oh, and may I suggest in the future you invest in some f'ing post-it notes? The fact that you forget my information every time we speak does not speak to your reputation of competance.
She literally burst into tears and begged for forgiveness and for another chance. I declined, more politely than I had been before, and agreed to not spread details of the conversation with her name attached.
I hung up, took a long shower, and had to have my wife remind me when she got home that I was a good person despite reducing a lunatic to tears.
My whole point here is that when dealing with a recruiter you need to lay out your dos and don't before hand. Its not entirely unlike the yes and no list a porn star has. Let them know you will not go on an interview if you are uninterested in the position. Let them know how much coaching, interview and resume help you think you need, and stick to it. Remind them that if they get spiteful and report you to the labor board for not taking a job (they sometimes pull that crap) that you will tell everyone you meet that they did so (the dept. of labor will list them in the notice they send to you, so you have no worries of libel). Tell them also that you do not under any circumstances pick up calls from an unlisted number (another trick of theirs). While you are eager to use their help to get a job, you have been burned in the past and have no intention to have it happen again.
If they are one of the good ones, they will tell you how refreshing it is to hear. Trust me.