Bad recruiter, get a donut
So there I was, crammed around a small table at a recruiting event, there’s conversation going on around me, and the candidate I’m talking with is soft spoken with a thick accent. And I haven’t eaten in hours, so my blood sugar is low. I space out for a second, and suddenly I am faced with an uncomfortable realization:
The candidate has just asked me a question and I have no idea what she’s said for the last minute and a half.
Shit.
I need a sandwich and a nap.