A few years ago, I was trying to fill a recruiter position.
I advertised in the usual places, and got a bunch of resumes. I emailed the ones I wanted to set up for phone interviews, but there was one whose email bounced because the mailbox was full.
I didn’t have time to call the person during the day, so I took her resume home with me and called after the kids were in bed. I’ve learned the hard way that it’s a bad idea to give candidates your home telephone number right off the bat, so I did that *67 thing, where you don’t show up on their caller ID. A lot of times when I do that people don’t pick up the phone, because it comes up as “Anonymous.” I understand, because I don’t take those calls either. I just wanted to be able to leave a voice mail message and ask this person to come in for an interview.
It didn’t roll to voice mail though. She answered the phone.
In fact, she answered the phone by saying, “Who the f__k is this?”
I was a little surprised, so I paused and started to say, “Ummm…”
She said, “What the f__k? Are you trying to sell me something? Let me tell you something, bitch. I don’t need a f__king thing.”
And then she hung up.
So that was that.
Except she emailed me a week later, asking if I’d received her resume and reiterating her interest in the job. I would have let it go, but the email was kind of snotty.
So I emailed her back and told her I’d called her on the previous Wednesday night, but that she’d told me she didn’t need a f__king thing.
I never heard from her again. I can’t say that I blame her.
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