It was 2007 and I had just started my first recruiting gig with a licensed firm in San Diego (you know I'll always regret that move.) My office cubicle was next to top recruiter/ top salesman of the year (consecutively for five years) Bruce Mocolo (shout out Bruce if you read this; how's it going buddy?)
Bastard never picked up a phone except to dial Jimmy Johns.
Fast forward through six months of hell (I nearly quit and smoked my lungs to ash) barely squeaked in ten candidates while Mocolo ali-oop'd 35 placements.
Actually, Bruce is to blame for my Post-It Note addiction. I tried to help this guy use simple outlook reminders to keep his desktop clean, but he didn't bite.
At the request of my account manager Bruce took me to Outback one day and we waxed strategy over smoked salmon.
"How do you place candidates if you don't make phone calls?" I asked.
He gave me the usual B.S. like; "Oh I've been doing this a long time, I have a fat referral network yadda yadda"
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That's it for now kids.
Do something fun today; go to the zoo.
Love,
Jack
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