I don't fully understand recruiters, and have never claimed to have ever fully understood them. I've heard former bosses speak about them in the same way that victims of cockroach infestation talk about their having been overrun by the little buggers, all wide-eyed and bemused at having been invaded by this horde of frankly amazing and terrifying creatures whose sole purpose seems to be to cause a right pain in the arse for everyone... I fear I may have digressed. I don't think recruiters are cockroaches. It just seemed relevant to mention it. Anyway...
I received this e-mail from a clearly very-enthusiastic recruiter this evening. It's a pretty standard e-mail, but since it arrived at a time - a quarter past midnight, fer gawd's sake - when all decent, law-disrespecting folk should really be out doing stuff that doesn't involve work, I may have proceeded to send back a reply which was slightly below the level of professionalism I typically aim (roughly) for...
Hi Recruiter Whose Name I'll Keep Private, you sound like a seriously hard-working recruiter. It's midnight-thirteen on a Friday; don't you ever sleep?
Best of luck placing someone in this role; sadly, I'm not your man. Not for this, anyway. I could probably pop round and make them a cup of tea while they wait for the right guy to turn up though? Actually, I probably couldn't - traffic in London's pretty terrible and I wouldn't want to be late back from lunch.
I might be rambling a bit here...
Thanks for thinking of me though. Especially at this time on a Friday.
G'night =o)
Alex
Well, it'd be rude to say _nothing_ now, wouldn't it...?
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