“You see, I haven’t really thought very much. I was always afraid of what I might think – so it seemed safer not to think at all. But now I know. A thought is like a child inside our body. It has to be born? Bad or good, it doesn’t make any difference. The ideas have to come out – like children.”
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I believe this old ERE blog post (8.24.2005) was where the inspiration for Recruiting Inferno came from. Some old recruiting jokes never die – and are closer to reality than we’d like to believe…
Since some have asked…
One day while walking down the street a highly successful executive woman was tragically hit by a bus and she died. Her soul arrived up in heaven where she was met at the Pearly Gates by St. Peter himself.
Welcome to Heaven, said St. Peter. Before you get settled in though, it seems we have a problem. You see, strangely enough, we’ve never once had an executive make it this far and we’re not really sure what to do with you.
No problem, just let me in, said the woman.
Well, I’d like to, but I have higher orders. What we’re going to do is let you have a day in Hell and a day in Heaven and then you can choose whichever one you want to spend an eternity in.
Actually, I think I’ve made up my mind…I prefer to stay in Heaven, said the woman. Sorry, we have rules…
And with that St. Peter put the executive in an elevator and it went down-down-down to Hell. The doors opened and she found herself stepping out onto the putting green of a beautiful golf course.
In the distance was a country club and standing in front of her were all her friends – fellow executives that she had worked with and they were all dressed in evening gowns and cheering for her.
They ran up and kissed her on both cheeks and they talked about old times. They played an excellent round of golf and at night went to the country club where she enjoyed an excellent steak and lobster dinner. She met the Devil who was actually a really nice guy (and kinda cute) and she had a great time telling jokes and dancing. She was having such a good time that before she knew it, it was time to leave. Everybody shook her hand and waved good-bye as she got on the elevator.
The elevator went up-up-up and opened back up at the Pearly Gates and found St. Peter waiting for her. Now it’s time to spend a day in heaven, he said.
So she spent the next 24 hours lounging around on clouds and playing the harp and singing. She had a great time and before she knew it her 24 hours were up and St. Peter came and got her. So, you’ve spent a day in hell and you’ve spent a day in heaven. Now you must choose your eternity, he said.
The woman paused for a second and then replied, Well, I never thought I’d say this, I mean, Heaven has been really great and all, but I think I had a better time in Hell. So St. Peter escorted her to the elevator and again she went down-down-down back to Hell.
When the doors of the elevator opened she found herself standing in a desolate wasteland covered in garbage and filth. She saw her friends were dressed in rags and were picking up the garbage and putting it in sacks. The Devil came up to her and put his arm around her.
I don’t understand, stammered the woman, yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and a country club and we ate lobster and we danced and had a great time. Now all there is a wasteland of garbage and all my friends look miserable.
The Devil looked at her and smiled.
Yesterday we were recruiting you; today you’re staff.
In yesterday’s New York Times, columnist Bob Herbert writes a compelling thought piece that takes the United States military recruiting policies and practices to task by asking “Should people who are being recruited into the armed forces be told the truth about the risks they are likely to face if they agree to sign up and put on a uniform?”
Although I believe that Herbert’s words can be juxtaposed onto any recruiting scenario – military, executive, high-volume, etc. – as a “professional” recruiter (meaning, yes, there are many amateurs out there) and as someone who supports the allied troops (notice that I did not say the President), Mr. Herbert proffers some strong words in defense of his premise one that sadly can be extended to the professional side of recruiting.
To his point, the glorification of life in the armed forces during the recruiting process is quite different than life on the battlefield; we’ve all heard the joke of the Devil and the deceased Executive ending with ?Well, before we were recruiting you; now you?re staff.? (if you haven?t, email me and I?ll post it as a new thread). Imagine the response rate if bloody pictures of battle were part of armed forces ad campaigns?
Along with $30,000 for college – upon an honorable discharge after your six year tour is over – we?ll it may not really be over then because we reserve the right to auto-enlist you for as many two year tours as we see fit – you?ll also receive a coupon for a free prosthetic limb (or two) of your choice! And if you?re really unfortunate, there?s a flag-draped casket with your name on it.
Then again, when we look for hard-to-find candidates with specific skill sets, we don?t exactly tell them that their boss is a raging psychopath with a turnover rate of 137% or that the company is under SEC investigation. Oh, did I also bother to mention that we relocated this candidate from Oshkosh, WI to New York City upon which they sold all their worldly possessions to afford a 500 SF studio?
Fact is all recruiters stretch the truth of the assignment to some extent. We all perfume-the-pig at some point during the process. Herbert believes that ?potential recruits should be told the truth about what is expected of them, and what the risks are. And they should be told why it’s a good idea for them to take those risks.? Unless you?ve been living on the most remote island in the Pacific, you know that if you join the military during war time there?s a good chance you?ll end up on the battlefield. If you end up on the battlefield in Iraq or Afghanistan, there?s a lesser albeit real chance you?ll be wounded or killed. There?s no escaping the fact here in the States that over 2,000 soldiers have been killed; every morning I awake hoping that today?s a day when the number doesn?t rise. But no one joins up without knowing that a battlefield assignment might end in death.
What about our side? Some of us try to do this and lay out the benefits and risks of taking a new job – sometimes more effectively than others. Yet there are countless unknowns built into the process that recruiters are not privy to. Recruiters are often too low on the corporate totem pole to be aware of short and long term business decisions that affect employees (perhaps you?ve heard of the phrase ?mass layoff??). Yet we break out the perfume bottle and go to work. Moreover, candidates “know” that business decisions can result in job changes yet they too elect to move to a new city for a new job, new place, new risks.
In the end, whether right or wrong, all recruiters – professional and military – tell candidates what they want to hear unless the candidates demand more information. Herbert suggests that ?the military and its harried recruiters are preying more and more on youngsters who are especially vulnerable and impressionable, and they’re doing it by creating a patently false impression of what life in the wartime military is like.? Are we as non-military recruiters really any different?
Some people just take more risks than others. I?m one of those people. I prefer start-ups and turnarounds to more mature organizations with established employment brands, impeccable goodwill, and large recruiting budgets. These are my professional endorphins. As far as military service, I?d sign up for the Navy?s SEAL program in a heartbeat yet I?m told that at 46, I?m too old. About all I can do unless someone finds a way around the stupid age limit is to help train local SEALs and work with military recruiters to develop new ways of recruiting.
In the end, war is a short and ugly word and there’s no way to make it pretty; there’s no way to perfume-the-pig; and no Leo Burnett led ad campaign is going to reattach blown off limbs, fill a family void, or truly convince parents that their child will be better off in uniform. For some, change is always about risks and for most a simple chance is often the only thing to count on.
That is, unless someone is willing to be completely honest from the get-go…
