Randy Oliver almost got another job without even realizing it. I don’t know about you, but I find it fascinating that a guy can be a finalist for a job in another city simply by having his name in with a recruitment firm. No interview. No knowledge he was even being considered. But, theoretically at least, he could have been chosen as the new city manager of McKinney, Texas.
What would have happened then? Would the recruitment firm have come to Mr. Oliver’s house (well, apartment, I guess) ala Publisher’s Clearing House with a camera crew, balloons, and a large foam-core-mounted W-2 form? “Surprise! You’re the new city manager of McKinney, Texas!”
Oliver is kind of like the bizarro-Ray-LaHood. LaHood, you’ll recall, was clearly not a finalist for the Bradley University president position, but claimed he was still potentially in the running. Oliver was a finalist for the Texas job, but claims he knew nothing about it.
According to WCBU (via Jonathan Ahl’s blog), “McKinney’s Media Manager confirms Oliver interviewed for the position about two weeks before the holidays.” But Oliver told the Journal Star he didn’t interview, although he had previously admitted to being in Texas at the time. I am not going to call anyone a liar here. But I will say it’s the darndest coincidence I’ve ever seen. Perhaps this recruitment firm is like the Impossible Missions Force and orchestrated a very elaborate scheme — utilizing hypnosis, disguises, and holograms — to make McKinney officials think that this interview took place.
One thing is for sure, though. I need to get my name in to that recruitment firm. Maybe they can make me a finalist as a new editorial writer for the Journal Star.
A year out of culinary school, I got a call from a Chicago area Italian restaurant that wanted to know if I was still interested in the job. I never applied for employment to a Chicago area restaurant. Seattle, Phoenix, Hilton Head, Jackson, Wyoming and St. Louis, yes. How they even came up with my info. was suspect when I asked them.
Mr. McGee had a head-hunting firm sell him huge to a firm one time before the headhunter bothered to call my husband and ask if he was, you know, even looking for a job. (Or wanted to deal with a headhunter!)
(But then legal headhunters use the Martindale-Hubble, so at least we know where they got the info.)
you would make a great editorial writer for the PJS. Which is why you will never be one. Cream is supposed to go to the top, but too often it’s under the scum.
The Mouse wrote: “Cream is supposed to go to the top, but too often it’s under the scum.”
Or maybe more appropriately, in our “fat free” society, the cream is scraped off and discarded…
Can’t have too much substance, you know.