Is the recruiter on the East coast?
No idea --but it is not unusual for this to happen . I had a recruiter yell at me, because I suggested that leaving a message on Matt's cell phone was more effective than leaving a message with me that he wasn't going to get for 6 to 8 hours. And then there are the recruiters that Matt has 80% of the experience they are looking for -- and they keep trying to make him say that he knows the other 20%. There are some things you can't fake. And then there are the ones that want him to give a bottom salary number, push him and when he gives a reason response - reason and number range -- they ask if it is negotiable -- meaning only lower.
there are some really good recruiters out there-- but there are whole lotta wannabes that don't have the basic people skills or organizational skills to do the job well. ( know the jobs , know the co, know your people and don't out and out lie)
Opps, I committed rant
This no voice crud is so done. I normally like the guys I work with, but they are enjoying laughing at my whispered conversations a bit too much.
I want my voice back.
Rubber bands, paper clips, and germy spitballs are perfect for office warfare. I'm just saying.
Matt is on his phone interview now. I can't quite hear the words, but I love listening to him talk when he really know what he is saying . Smooth, confident, and articulate.
beth n matt 4-evah!
I feel the same when DW gets passionate on an issue (which is like all the time as she is pretty passionate and opinionated about most things). She is a great speaker and so damned intelligent. Loves!
t / gushy talk
My drivers ed teacher...gasp...30 years ago...was a well-meaning sadist. Or, at least I want to think he was well-meaning.
There was no radio in the DE car, so he'd bring a boombox and play Black Sabbath at ear-bleeding decibels. He'd slap the rear view mirror out of alignment just as you needed it wth an 'oooops!'
He once took us up a one lane dirt road in Niles Canyon to impress upon us which car is required to back up when on a one lane incline. I admit it. I cried.
Ohhh, that is cruel, bonny.
My teacher knew just how to make me cry. He must do that on a regular basis cause he had a box of tissues in the back seat of the car. I had been driving for 3 years before I even took driver's ed, so it wasn't like I was scared of being behind the wheel.
My driver's ed teacher said there was no point in teaching how to parallel park because it was something you just needed to do repeatedly to get the hang of it. (It must not have been on the driver's license test.) And it is so true!
I was terrified. The Driver's ed teacher was a nice kindly old gent with a good, strong heart. The first time I drove I tried to hit a tree and broke the signal indicator.
