By crying so much, I end up with headaches and terrible migraines. And it’s not an ‘occasional’ grief; this kind of sorrow has been part of my daily life since I decided to start recruiting.
I have been psychologically torn apart by most of the candidates. None of them left saying, ‘Thank you for having me,’ maybe just one out of ten.
I welcome people into my office, offer them drinks, propose a job, and in return, they insult me, attack me, vandalize the artwork I own, make me lose access to my recruitment platform, and then Indeed decides that I was not respectful to the candidates.
But I never threatened them with death, never went to destroy their homes, crush their dreams, or tear them apart psychologically, piece by piece. Do you understand that?
