{"id":179,"date":"2005-03-15T11:12:10","date_gmt":"2005-03-15T11:12:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.stevepugh.net\/VTT\/?p=179"},"modified":"2005-03-15T11:12:10","modified_gmt":"2005-03-15T11:12:10","slug":"beyond-muppethood","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stevepugh.net\/VTT\/2005\/03\/beyond-muppethood\/","title":{"rendered":"Beyond muppethood"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>As regular readers will know I have a love-hate relationship with recruitment consultants but mostly I love them for the slightly befuddled little muppets they are. Most mean well and try hard to do a job that I wouldn&#8217;t touch with a ten foot pole. But sometimes you get one who&#8217;s just unbelievable.<\/p>\n<p>I won&#8217;t give his name or the name of the company he works for but they don&#8217;t seem very professional (they use .org.uk domain name for a business, and their web site proudly displays the &#8220;well done you&#8217;ve set up your web space&#8221; message) and the following exchange really says it all.<\/p>\n<p>He called me on Friday when I was out of town at my grandfather&#8217;s funeral. He left a message on the answer phone but, and he does actually get some credit for this, actually listened to the outgoing message including the bit where I ask people to e-mail me. Hence this first e-mail:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>Steve could you contact me regarding and excellent web developer \/ designer role I have on.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>I picked this up on Friday evening via webmail and responded:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>Sounds interesting, though I am solely a developer and not at all a designer. I&#8217;m away from home at the moment attending a family fruneral, so if you need to speak to me on the phone then I&#8217;m afraid I&#8217;m not available until Monday afternoon, but you can call me then on 020 8XXX XXXX. But feel free to send any details or questions you may have to this e-mail address and I&#8217;ll let you know what I think.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>Note that I clearly say that I&#8217;m available on Monday afternoon.<\/p>\n<p>He calls on Monday morning when I&#8217;m out (meeting with a very friendly and organised recruitment consultant), Lettice takes the call and tells him that I&#8217;ll be back in the afternoon.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m in all afternoon, from twelve noon to quarter past six. No call. I then go out to the pub for an investment club meeting. He calls sometime between then and when Lettice gets home at just before ten o&#8217;clock. This guy had been told twice to call in the afternoon and he hadn&#8217;t bothered even once in that six hour window.<\/p>\n<p>Why hadn&#8217;t I called him? Because he hadn&#8217;t done anything to make it worth the cost of a national rate phone call. He hadn&#8217;t given me any details of the job (and as he had described it as a slash designer position it probably wasn&#8217;t right for me anyway), I&#8217;d already spent a fair chunk of my day talking to recruitment consultants and I had paying work to be getting on with. &#8220;Please call me, I have something that might interest you&#8221; is simply spam, and not very good spam at that.<\/p>\n<p>Now I had been in the pub so this may have been a bit strong, but:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>I said I would be in to speak to you on Monday afternoon. You called<br \/>\nonce in the morning and once in the evening. Do you have something  worth discussing with me or are you just playing silly buggers?<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<blockquote>\n<p>Yeah Steve I did have something worth speaking to you about but since you<br \/>\ncant even return a message, pick up a phone or communicate in a normal way I don&#8217;t fancy your chances much of getting through any interview stage let alone the one I had for you.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>Oh, so he wants to play? \ud83d\udc7f<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>This from the man who can&#8217;t even understand the what the word &#8220;afternoon&#8221; means? Never mind.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<blockquote>\n<p>I have 4 other guys in for that position all better than you.<\/p>\n<p>they wanted 5 for a interview day.<\/p>\n<p>hence why I wanted you.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>Even if I had been hasty or overly forthright with my previous messages, we now see this guy&#8217;s true colours. He had other candidates who were better than me? He just wanted a fifth to make up the numbers?<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>Sounds like you only wanted some poor schmuck to round out your numbers. Sounds like I had a lucky escape then. Thank you for being honest with me at the end.<\/p>\n<p>I have recruitment consultants phoning and e-mailling me daily; I&#8217;ve been using recruitment consultants, as both candidate and employer, for ten years; I have to sort the wheat from the chaff just the same as you have to with candidates. Those that make the effort to fit in around their candidates&#8217; and clients&#8217; schedules, who are honest and open up front, and who make an effort to match candidates and positions correctly, they make the grade, those that don&#8217;t, don&#8217;t.<\/p>\n<p>But if you actually want to play fair, just send the job details so I can review them and judge whether I&#8217;m suitable. Or call me at the times I said I would be available to speak. In fact I&#8217;m going to be working from home all day today so you can call any time you like.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>No response. But I have had another consultant contact me with a very nice sounding role. You win some, you lose some. \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>As regular readers will know I have a love-hate relationship with recruitment consultants but mostly I love them for the slightly befuddled little muppets they are. Most mean well and try hard to do a job that I wouldn&#8217;t touch with a ten foot pole. But sometimes you get one who&#8217;s just unbelievable. 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