Here's a hilarious update about Kenneth, one of our recent NTBM inductees:
Last week he was a no-show to an interview. I didn't think much of it at that point because that's what people do. We schedule interviews, and people just don't show up. That's the reality. Me expecting people to show up is me expecting a different reality. It would be like expecting it to rain donuts, or the Khardashians to become icons for style, taste, modesty and virtue.
Kenneth surprised me, though. He called yesterday and said he was coming in.
"Who is this?" I asked.
"Kenneth. I'm coming in to talk to you about the job."
Panicked, I checked the calendar. Maybe I'd screwed up. Maybe I'd put him on the NTBM Wall of Shame unjustly.
"I have it down for 10:00 AM last week, buddy," I said. "Did I make a mistake?"
"Something came up."
Something. Came. Up. Not even a "I had to take my grandma to the hospital," or "I was abducted and brainwashed by an al Qaeda sleeper cell. Allahu Akbar, by the way."
"You probably should have told me that," I said. After all this was one of the guys who responded to the latest ad on Craigslist. It was about 10 percent job description and 90 percent "Do NOT waste my time with unprofessional BS."
I told him not to come in, but he got testy. "But I'm already on the train!"
I told him we had it covered, "best of luck," and hung up. While it would be a fun exercise, I don't have the time to try to understand such a mentality. "Hey there! I'm a week late, but mind if I drop by anytime without an appointment for that interview?"
This kind of thing happens every single time I go on a recruiting jag. I fear for our country.