Slower than extra-inning baseball games, more discouraging than sold-out concerts, and as infuriating as the traffic encountered driving north… it’s the dog days of recruitment, when the interest of your stockpiled warm candidates will never exceed the heat of the dog days of summer. No one outside the recruitment world understands what you’re sweating through.
Their pools need chlorine, and space to fit 10 people. Yours starts at 50, and everyone inside must possess a bachelor’s in lifeguarding, with a master’s in marine biology. They check their phones and see invitations to patios, road trips, and weddings. You avoid yours, dreading correspondence from candidates recently accepting an offer.
You’ve learned that funnels, vacation time, and cafeteria plans in recruitment aren’t as anticipated nor gratifying as their collegiate counterparts. The closest you’ll ever...
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