On my way back from Seattle yesterday, I read an article in the Seattle Times about vultures coming back to roost in southern Maryland – or as the author of the article so aptly wrote, ?Like some squadron of death, the flesh eating birds circled down from the sky one day in April and no one in Breton Bay knew quite what to do.?
Naturally, I thought of recruiters. Of course, if I read a story about hummingbirds hovering around a sweet spot I would have also thought of recruiters. Back to vultures?
So the protagonist of this story said that she ??had seen nothing like it: dozens of black vultures perched on rooftops and decks, all hunched shoulders and bald skulls.? I was flattered reading this. ?Like a dive bombing sequence they strafed her house with droppings. For weeks their hooked beaks tore caulking off her roof; their stomping could be heard through the ceiling.? Sounds like a pretty good sourcing group to me.
When Elaine pulled out of her garage, ??they were right there on the ledge, beady eyes boring through her windshield.? And after throwing tennis balls at them? No, they didn?t fly away ? they just stared back unfazed. ?It was incredible. When you look up and see 26 vultures lined up on the peak of your roof and some of them are sort of strutting around, it?s pretty disconcerting. Hopefully it?s not some seasonal migration pattern we?re going to have to get used to.? Reminds me of what happens when a company posts unexpectedly bad earnings, is acquired, or is threatening to move to another state. Recruiters line up like customers at a deli counter waiting for the their number to be called. Next!
Does it bother you that some many make disparaging comments about those in our profession? Actually, it does rankle me ? in the same way, for instance, that here in
New York, folks think all FDNY firefighters are beer-swigging, women-chasing, authority-hating boneheads. If it weren?t for the bad vultures who demean our profession, more would be singing our praises rather than looking up on roof ridges wondering if Fluffy the cat is outside playing with leaf.
LOL ? the fact is, I guess I am a good vulture…one who is impeccably well-mannered, groomed, and above all, understands the intimate details of the migratory patterns of vultures and their quarries. Yes, I am bald but I have broad not hunched shoulders (except for those Internet sourcing periods). Like a vulture, there?s nothing quite like the rush I get when I see a potential meal appear; I?m thinking lunch all the way?