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As a hiring manager you have found a candidate who impressed you, they have all the skills for the job and fit with your company values. However, before you can take them forward to the next steps, the candidate changes their mind about the position and withdraws their application. Sound familiar? It can be frustrating when this happens, and it can occur for many reasons, but it isn’t always a bad thing if a good candidate drops out of the process. 1. It is an opportunity to learn If a can..

Continuing in the spirit of culture and values, I wanted to look further into how companies perceive themselves. Some say how amazing they are and what they do is ground breaking, that culture is king. However, when we look at current or ex-employees for a lot of businesses, they tend to say something completely different. For example, a business of over 300 people mentions on their website as part of their values being “inclusive” and “doing the right thing”. However, their Glassdoor score i...

Sometimes, I think about death. Morbid, even for a recruitment blog! I was recently musing on the nature of eulogies. I imagined a scenario where I had been auditioning for an afterlife. In order to qualify for the afterlife, I had to have inspired a wonderful eulogy. The heavenly gatekeeper wouldn’t let me in unless this was the case (despite having met and personally screened me on several occasions). So, the gatekeeper let me know they needed a 10/10 eulogy. They then asked me to nominate...

When I tell people that I am one of 11 children, people typically have the same remarks. Chief among them is incredulous disbelief comparisons to animals quot;are you a rabbit?(no I am not), comments about entertainment options did your parents not have a TV?quot;, knowing remarks about religion quot;Catholic family huh;quot;, the old quot;in this day and age?quot; and in many cases comments about my parents affection which Id rather not bring attention to. Yesterday I asked all my siblings (8 sisters and ...

My love affair with TT started years ago. Dad had an old table under the house and one day it meandered up to the back verandah. This table had several dead spots and a slight lean that only endeared it further to me. I have vivid memories of being an 11-13 year old, playing my oldest brother in law, Steve (who would have been 27 at the time) and being soundly, relentlessly beaten. Always. Several tables, 10 years and a bachelor pad later, we had a table in our garage. At one stage I was cloc..

In parts of Australia, shit is hitting the fan. In other parts of Australia, fans are hitting the footy. NSW is somewhere in between. Both geographically and metaphorically. I spoke with a friend of mine who runs a Melbourne based business on how he’s dealing with going into lockdown. Ben has been running his business for 15 years. He employs 150 staff across his group of companies, and he has offices in NSW, Queensland, South Australia, Wellington, New Plymouth and Victoria- where he is base..

I sat down with a handsome, intelligent, articulate (and extremely youthful looking!) man yesterday for a coffee (work related I assure you). He has a fantastic CV- working with Aussie companies who have become globally known brands over the course of the last few years. His most recent role, however, left him wanting. Being a professional, he didn’t disparage his most recent employer- but it was clear he was disappointed in how it turned out. I asked him what he’d do better next time: “do mo.

Put your drink in your left hand. The first piece of advice I received about networking. Moving past what that says about broader alcohol culture or my own habits, let’s talk about…. Networking. A dirty word in the mouths and minds of many. It can conjure visions of conversations that make you feel like a leech- sucking something from someone who doesn’t want to talk with you. Not a great feeling! But here we are. On Linkedin, the home of networking. Where in Australia alone, I’m told by seve..

On the 13th of May this year, I became a statistic. My family and I packed up our apartment, picked a removalist I wouldn’t recommend to my worst enemy, put 85% of our belongings in a truck, and left Sydney for the country. When we got out of the car 2 hours later we were in a brave new world- Kangaroo Valley, the home of many a great golf weekend, and many a great romantic weekend, but never my actual home before. Given I’d been in Bondi for 13 years, this was a change. In a deeply personal ...