Why I Refuse To Work With Job Recruiters Any Longer
Not even if they can get me an interview with God.
It was a cold January morning in New York.
My suit was pressed. My shoes were shined. I made sure I had the ten copies of my resume printed just as the recruiter told me.
I put on my hat and gloves and began my long commute to the city for a job interview I was preparing for several weeks. As I headed into the train station — right on cue, I received a call from the recruiter.
For what seemed like the 100th time, he quickly runs through all the fathomable questions they might ask me and reminds me to call him immediately after.
He and I talked so much over the last several weeks, you would think we were best friends.
After a 2-hour train ride, I finally arrived at the offices and…
I waited.
And waited some more.
An hour later, the hiring manager finally appeared only to say:
“The position has already been filled a days ago— did your staffing agency not tell you?”
No of course he didn’t.
When I contacted the recruiter, he claimed to be in the dark. He told me, “let me find out what’s going on and…
