I get it. I'm a nice recruiter. I'm easy to get along with. But we won't be friends. Ever.
Our relationship will always be limited to Recruiter/Guy I'd bet BIG money that you have frosted tips in your hair even though it's 2009. It's true; we can't cross that line, so don't try to make it more casual by saying THIS when you answer the phone:
Me: "Hi Jake! How's your day? I wanted to hear about your interview."
Jake: "Whoooee! I'm not busy, but I am more tired than a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest! You know what I mean? DO you know what I mean? How are you?"
Stunned. Speechless. Horrified. Laughing uncomfortably to fill the awkard silence.
Funny at a bar (kind of). Less funny with your Recruiter.
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