This weekend one of my “friends” (I love the fact that I call her a “friend” now) called me from the airport to let me know that she had just heard a great song on the radio, and that the singer sounded exactly like me. Must be one hell of a singer! Now, I’m pretty selfish in an “I really like to hear myself sing” sort of way, so I was curious to say the least.

“What was the name of the band”, I asked.

“I don’t know”, she said.

“Well, what were some of the lyrics”, I questioned.

“The chorus had the phrase Change My Mind in it…or it might have been Change YOUR Mind, I can’t really remember”, she replied.

OK, so I have four words to go on and one of them doesn’t count depending on which one was or wasn’t used? Well, that’s not exactly a shining beacon of detail but [tag]Google[/tag] has always been good to me so I think I can find it.

You know when you get into that “gotta find this damn thing” mode? You start your grubby fingers to typing in keywords, you visit link after link trying to figure out if this could’ve POSSIBLY been what she might have been talking about and then your eyes start to cross. You look at the clock on your computer at 1:00 and the next time you look at it, it’s already 5:00 and you’ve wasted your Sunday [tag]looking for something[/tag] that might not actually even exist! Welcome to my wonderful trivial mind people.

I still haven’t found it and she still has no clue what it is either. So, now I know that there’s possibly someone out there in a signed band that sounds exactly like me…but I have no idea who or what they are. All I know is that this further cements my argument that I SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN A RECORD DEAL! But I digress…

Does that sound like a Sunday you would want to spend with yourself? Well, unless you’re a complete and total, full-on certified music geek like me…probably not. Believe it or not, a lot of the searches that I’m conducting for you and your [tag]agency[/tag] could fall into this same category or what I like to call a “What in the name of our sweet and holy Lord am I doing wasting my time on this complete and utter nonsensical crap” search. In fact, I’d say that 30% of the searches that I’m working on are…well, let’s just say I’d rather listen to Moby while crocheting than work on them. And, it doesn’t help that a large majority of the time, we have as little detailed information as we could possibly have about the position itself.

Job descriptions are important. But, real, honest-to-God conversation with the hiring authority is a breath of very welcomed fresh air. Let’s put it this way, if you can at least tell me the name of the song, I can find the band, the lyrics, birthdates of the members and all kinds of other pointless and useless info. I just need something go on here people! This all goes along with the communication factor that you hear countless [tag]recruiters[/tag] lamenting about on a day by day basis. We HAVE to have communication with you in order to do our jobs…and your job for that matter. Don’t be afraid to give us a call and share with us what you want to see in a [tag]candidate[/tag]. Not only will it make our jobs easier, but it will allow us to bring forth unto you the very best candidates for your need. Would you rather get 3 resumes instead of 30 that don’t fit what you need? If you said no, go get checked out please.

I just found out that I share a birthday with the following people:

Bea Arthur – those who know me know of my affection for “The Golden Girls”

Stevie Wonder – Stupid, stupid badass!

George Lucas – “Star Wars”, “Raiders”…I mean, c’mon!

Peter Gabriel – He fronted Genesis. Genesis!

Jack Bruce – Great bassist…looks like a catcher’s mitt now though

Dennis Rodman – Need I say more?

So, I was born on a day when some of the greats were born. Well, except Dennis Rodman. He’s just a freak! So, I’ll be watching Raiders of the Los Ark, being “very superstitious”, checking out what’s “in your eyes” and “thanking you for being a friend” all day today. Then I’m probably going to check myself into Charter Peachford down here and see about electro-shock therapy for myself. Toodles!

“It was tamaculate!”

The aforementioned friend of mine

Yes I know it’s not a word. That’s the point!