Another day goes by When you work your hardest And yet, you are left with nothing To show for your hard toil All those hours you spent Searching for the right profiles All those hours you spent Calling as many candidates as possible
Another day goes by When the world of Recruitment Lures you into its ***** With a lot of false promises Only to grab you In a vice-like grip At the eleventh hour And try and choke you into submission In the same way An anaconda coils itself Around its hapless prey And squeezes it to death
Another day goes by When you toil away Like there is no tomorrow Searching for candidates In every nook and cranny But, with every candidate It is the same story They are not interested Not for this particular client A client which calls itself "mid-market" But is actually rather small Some candidates are quite friendly Some are just polite Some, downright rude And others don't even bother To pick up their phone The bottomline is This client just won't sell And as yet another day goes by I wonder what have I done To deserve such an unwanted burden Upon my hapless shoulders
A rant about a very difficult (Investment Banking) role to close with a small client of ours that candidates mostly say no to.
Being a recruiter is never easy Hours and hours of research To identify the right people Followed by a truckload of calls Every time a candidate says no It is you, who loses The client piles on the pressure Your boss keeps on nagging you Like a fly that constantly buzzes around your table While you are having lunch Your confidence collapses Like a house of cards When you pick up the phone Your hands shake Your face is filled with drops of sweat Your heart beats faster than ever You hastily key in ten digits As you click on 'Dial' You wait with bated breath Counting from one to twenty As your call is received You mumble and stammer The other person snaps "Wrong number" And bangs the phone You smack yourself on the forehead How could you make such a silly mistake? As you dial the right number You summon every last ounce of your courage As the candidate answers In a bored and haughty voice You introduce yourself in a suave manner As you take him through the job Your smooth talk is interrupted With a rude "Not interested. Thank you" This opens the floodgates For more and more rejections Until you are left, with nothing to do But to pick up the pieces of your broken heart Being a recruiter is never easy
Poem to vent my frustration and stress while working on a Recruitment mandate for the position of Relationship Manager.
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