New line to use whenever a candidate or hiring authority leaves you a borderline huffy, almost immediate I am not interested or no need response via LinkedIn.
“I hope that was as liberating as it was for me.”
Michael Kornbluth
New line to use whenever a candidate or hiring authority leaves you a borderline huffy, almost immediate I am not interested or no need response via LinkedIn.
“I hope that was as liberating as it was for me.”
Michael Kornbluth
Hi Joe,
Joshua Kornbluth here, Recruitment Parter for the Human Edge, consider me a risk-free hedge.
Why are you experiencing hiring pains?
Is it the time sucking practice of sorting through resumes on weekends away from your friends and kids beyond lame?
Why can’t you find enough qualified candidates?
Is your job description blah that produces nothing but shruggish nah’s?
Why do you keep missing out on the best candidates for the job?
Is it overreliance on coding tests, or having a gun-shy recruiting partner who’s sloppy second best?
Why is your talent pool so shallow?
Does your recruiter watch reality TV shows at night in a permanently flatlined state of fixated wallow.
Is your recruiter not good at wooing?
Do they act immune to booing?
Have you considered removing interview steps?
Interview overkill is the kiss of death.
Only 30 percent of companies can fill roles in 30 days.
I’ll fill your role in 2 weeks.
Aggression pays.
The remaining companies take anywhere from 1-3 months to hire.
How are these hiring partners not getting fired?
Janis Joplin died a rock legend at 27.
I’ll fill your roles faster than it takes Janis to finish a bottle Southern Comfort in rock star heaven.
What special ingredient is missing from your team?
You haven’t worked with Headhunter Writer yet.
Your one-man pitch machine.
What’s preventing you from getting better company into your life?
You just haven’t worked with a recruiter with enough personality yet to woo Mr. Right.
Headhunter Writer excels at flirting with She Pronouns too.
Unlike your middle of the road meh recruiter.
I was born to woo.
Your Favorite Headhunter Writer,
Joshua Kornbluth
A Content Director who makes beachwear out of recycled bottle asks.
“What does a Headhunter Writer do?”
Where do I begin?
For starters, I sell the merits of why working with me is a win, win.
I’ll change your life in the blink of an eye.
With me in your life, you’ll never want to die.
What’s my added value you ask LinkedIn?
I save deals from imploding and bring them back to life.
With me in the driver’s seat, you only see green lights.
What does a Headhunter Writer do?
I’ll call you more than your own mother.
But respect your boundaries enough to never smother.
What does a Headhunter Writer do?
I hound new talent with exalted emotion.
They can’t help but reply with, “What’s with all the commotion?”
Headhunter Writer keeps new connections afloat with a simple note.
Let’s stay in touch regardless because I’ll sell you the hardest.
Headhunter Writer thinks like a monk.
And breathes renewed life into tired job descriptions that quite frankly stunk.
Nothing about Headhunter Writer is so, so.
He giftwraps candidates without the bow.
Headhunter Writer is a one-man pitch machine.
Do you want an injury prone softy or an old war horse like Nolan Ryan pitching for your team?
Headhunter Writer makes you feel less alone.
With Headhunter Writer in your life.
You’ll no longer feel like a lifeless drone.
Headhunter Writer sells with pop culture references galore, which never bore.
He’ll pitch, “Repping a 3rd generation programmer who works for Google.
He’s IT’s answer to the Rock family. And he loves to program with Golang too.
What’s your family legacy? Outside of sending rejected scripts about sexual harassment to Miramax pre-me too.
Headhunter Writer makes you feel singularly special.
You taught JavaScript to kids in the West Bank.
You really are a mensch and a half.
Hiring you is a no brainer mitzvah move for any staff.
You want out of New York?
Give a Headhunter Writer a ring.
He’s also known as the Relo King.
Headhunter Writer sells the need for better company in your life.
Because newer is better than played out, lost cause littered strife.
Headhunter Writer wants to take your company to the top while pitching your in-house gourmand chef who’s got an allergic reaction to slop.
Headhunter Writer is a family man poet killer seller wrapped into one.
How can you say no to this marriage of art and commerce devoid of Ken the Barista rocking the man bun?
Headhunter Writer is a one-man rock and roll band.
Who can go off script, and improvise with the best like Steely Dan.
Work with Headhunter Writer and you’ll get your own wall of sound.
Whatever your message is, it will get heard, even in an Australian bush with nobody else around.
Headhunter Writer doesn’t waste his time recycling the same tired drivel.
Aren’t you tired of working with the mediocre middle?
What does Headhunter Writer do?
He’ll sell your story, vision or cause with unmatched glee, as long as you pay his staffing fee.
Headhunter Writer never tires.
He always has a new success story to craft that inspires.
You need a Headhunter Writer on your side.
With him you can’t lose, because he’s got Do It All Dad Year pride on his side.
Your Favorite Headhunter Writer,
Joshua Kornbluth
Do It All Dad fails at servicing boring.
#Fuckservicingboring
Aggression sways.
Aggression beats counting hay.
Aggression screams yippy ka yay.
Aggression leaves frozen in time fear at bay.
Aggression plants seeds of profit to bloom in May.
Aggression puts you in scoring position today.
Aggression is spinning gold out of thought formed clay.
Aggression improves lives with you leading the way.
Aggression leads to bigger paydays.
Aggression is different.
Aggression is unique.
Aggression is what made Apple the top tech company to beat.
Aggression gets attention.
Aggression is the American way.
How else would MLK, after being arrested 30 times get in his final say?
Joshua Kornbluth
I hate the #OPENTOWORK hashtag badge on LinkedIn.
It feels like white-collar panhandling.
It’s the worst networking innovation since Meetups for out-of-work Cup Scout leaders.
And who chose that puke moss green color?
It’s not an inviting sea foam green or handsome conjuring IVY.
It looks like some target sign that appears in Predator’s headset.
Plus, the dark olive-green badge drains your profile pic of all-electric edge.
Slap that #OPENTOWORK badge on Gweneth Paltrow’s pic and still evokes stained Avocado pits.
Mug shots offer more color contrast.
It looks like a sign you wear around your head in Game of Thrones while having apple pits thrown at your head. Shame on you, LinkedIn, shame.
Badges should scream earned respectability like one on a racehorse for winning the Derby.
Does the #OPENTOWORK badge feel like a prominent brand plug to you?
For me, it screams, please wait to swipe past my profile.
Good recruiters don’t need permission to make the 1st move on candidates. They’re not sweating the prospect of being charged with unwanted aggression through LinkedIn Recruiter.
Also, if the candidate is out of work due to recent layoffs in the tech space, isn’t the #OPENTOWORK badge option rubbing it in?
If my future wife wore an #OPENTONEWLOVE badge on her shirt when I approached her on Barry Diller’s balcony, it would’ve stripped the moment of all spontaneous charged lift.
“Hi, I’m Joshua; I work for CitySearch. I couldn’t help but notice your #OPENTONEWLOVE badge on your shirt. In other words, yes to flirty.”
Yes, to flirty, Challah. Thank you very much.
Your Favorite Headhunter Writer,
Joshua Kornbluth
It’s your fault if you don’t make Hanukkah more festive than Christmas. I get it. Most likely Jesus himself who celebrated Hanukkah with his apostles, even invented Christmas to make the holiday season feel more festive. When the strongest drink offered was Manischewitz before eggnog was invented. Spinning Beastie Boys records while blaring Intergalactic planetary to honor the Aliens in helping his fellow Hebrews build the Great Pyramids wasn’t a thing yet. Can’t all the Jews, Muslims and Christians unite on the 1st night of Hanukkah on the premise behind Home Depot never being erected in the Israelites’ honor? Growing up, I’d push my dad to honor my mom’s Christian side after she converted. I say, “Dad, mom dumped Jesus to marry into your putzy DNA. The least you can do is let mom throw up a tree. Dad says, “The only time a Jew from the Bronx would get a Christmas Tree is if he planned to convert it into a tricked-out Treehouse and flip it for a profit.”
Finally, one year, my year my dad budges and allows my mom this pathetic, sorry excuse for a bonsai tree relegated to the side patio covered in cobwebs that got less touches than a St. James Bible at a bath house colony in Pronvincetown. But seriously, can’t you see Jesus recognizing the festive limitations of Hannukah after receiving one carved dreidel too many? Jesus says, “Thanks for the Dreidel, Judas. I’m glad that my carpentry session on dreidel building 101 at The 92 Street Y paid off so handsomely. But why don’t we make Channukah a more drawn-out celebration that’s ten times festive by celebrating my birthday for the entire month of December after Hannukah.”
Matthew says, “Yeah, but Jesus wouldn’t Hannukah then be considered a forgettable warm act, that gives you ball balls just thinking about it. You were born my immaculate conception, right? Yet by the time your 4 brothers James, Joseph, Judas, and Simon were born, the magic was gone baby, baby gone.”
Jesus replies, “Yeah, but I had a vision in desert last night about a future comedian named Billy Crystal bemoaning in his autobiography, Baby Boomer Arrogance Never Dies, about how Jews bend over backwards to adopt Christmas traditions, so they don’t feel so old world clingy Jewy. Nobody cares anymore about the rocking band of Maccabees reclaiming the Great Temple of Solomon because they’re not the polytheistic whores like the rest. Taylor Swift is the number recording artists in the future, and she grew up on a Christmas Tree farm for Christ’s sake.” Hillary Hammer Time Cankles strikes again, Challah. Thank you very much.
Matthew asks, “What’s a Christmas Tree Jesus? “Jesus says, “A camouflaged cross, but it’s going to be tricked out in lights that run on electricity, which will outshine any burn a mile of minute candles on a Menorah. Any Jewish record executive would jam a pinecone up their ass if they promised Taylor Swift more inclusiveness gayness spirit to be produced on her next Christmas album.
Now, I used to get very tense about the mention of Jesus, but not anymore, since my invention of a new tradition, Jesus Fridays, which allows me to break my Koshertarian diet of the past 2 years and counting. Understand, I’ve been following the Koshertarian Diet for 2 years now. Finally, I’ve allowed myself the inclusion of shellfish for a special occasion because who cares about eating soulless shellfish? Plus, Jesus, the original super Jew rocked the Pescatarian diet. So, if it’s good enough for Jesus, then it’s good enough for me. I also like the idea of acting less like an all-knowing exalted prick. And celebrating Jesus Fridays inspires me to connect with my fellow Gentile like a retired fireman who runs the best deli in Westchester in North White Plains. Outside my new office, after just resurrecting my IT Headhunter Writer career. Where I’m getting paid to creatively sell job opportunities for Software Engineers, digital designers, and Information Technology workers in general, whose job prospects have more legs than Lieutenant Dan. I like Jesus Fridays because it divorces me from perpetuating any messianic complex of my own, which screams, the original version of the Bible is better than second part that I’ve barely dabbled in for the most part. And I’m tired of being that old timer Gen X guy that just bemoans new age Simpsons episodes as woke filler compared to season 1 through 7 without even dabbling in the newer versions to make any ultra judgy informed decisions of my own. Like when I saw Juno, ages ago and got angry about how everyone was hailing the hardcore hilarity of it, when I saw Juno as nothing more than a poor girls’ Jeanne Garafalo. I wrote a blog about the movie being overhyped, yet I told myself afterwards, don’t be a critic, hack breath like the rest. It’s way better to originate, then merely pontificate. So, I wrote mini porn parody that I turned into my 1st screenplay, Juno Does Williamsburg, later named Brooklyn Blogger. Edgeless titles suck pinecone dick, Challah. Thank you very much.
At the same time, I’ve worn Jewish pride on my sleave for the past 5 years and change as host of the Do It All Dad Year Podcast, responsible for banging out comedy records such as Big Mouth Moses, Koshertarian Offensive, and the Pig-Headed Jew, Challah. Thank you very much. I’ve also written and published The Great American Jew Novel, which Diane Sullivan from the Midwest Book Review described as a “Hilarious exploration of New York Comedy and Culture.” Which proves that my material wasn’t too overtly Jewy pushy annoying for the Heartland’s tastes. And for the past 2 months, I’ve renamed my Do It All Dad Year Podcast, the Shabat Shalom Ramble, in honor of my dad accusing me of never being on point, despite him proclaiming 5 years ago before I launched my podcast, how nobody cares about my political opinions anyway, 45 thousand page views on my Do It All Dad Year blog later.
Well, I haven’t read the news since Dominion Machines won. And I don’t see Kari Lake recruiting Linda Hamilton as her VP to take down the new Sky Net For good. Plus, how much more can we stomach talk of Alex Jones being bad Santa versus John Fetterman being a burnt out offering of the Democratic party who looks like the Good Will Grinch who showers in Bong Water. So, more than ever 3 million Jews in the US, according to Alexa, which is most likely an inflated claim, like Antifa still being nothing more than an idea in Patton Oswalt graphic novels, about a gang of wannabe Punisher vigilantes, in hoodies, could use some miraculous ways to modernize Hannukah and make it more festive than Christmas than Google ever would. Because I want other Jewish American Dads to derive extended Nachas from pronounced Jewish pride from their offspring when they proclaim to Daddy how they get butterflies in their stomach every day before each night of Hanukah begins, which was the opposite of my experience growing up. Getting a Pinball Machine one tear one year for Hannukah was unbelievable, despite being woken up every night prior to Hannukah because dad couldn’t resist the urge to play with it himself and break it in personally. Which made my younger brother and I believe that Aliens from Space Invaders were raining Gama Rays on top of our house eight nights prior to Hannukah because my dad was making his best Hannukah gift all about his own self-enrichment over ours. Still, my dad was raised an only child, so you can’t blame him for occupying his inner loneliness in his forties the week before Hanukah, because playing Dreidel by himself, gets played out faster than trying jerk off with your left in honor of shortest-lived New Year’s resolution yet. Which only leads to more played out blue ball’s devastation. So, here’s 8 ways to start making Hannukah more festive than Christmas. There are 14 million Jews worldwide. So, if this post goes viral, my Hannukah wish of 8 million butterflies can come true. And you can’t knock the miracle of mitzvah moves, Challah. Thank you very much.
Michael Kornbluth
Michael Kornbluth
November 15, 2022
Dear Ramona Pina,
Waste Of Height, Really Short Stories is a comedic showcase of flash fiction stories that’s made for these punchline topping times. I wouldn’t mind being translated in France and beyond. According to my Soundcloud stats, I’m huge in Lahore, Pakistan. These stories are rooted in real life struggles yet also flush with magical realism within the crossover adult space, which is why I see this material hitting the sweet spot for you.
My target audience for Waste Height are members of Gen X, who do more than audiobooks and the Joe Rogan Podcast. Who will relish my pop culture heavy references throughout Smackdown Satan, When The Shredder Frets and in Radioactive Resume Theories. Understand, I don’t shy away from media criticism in middle age reinvention tales such as Trucking To Zion and The Zamboni Artist.
Being a busy mom of 2, I can you see you gravitating toward do it all parenting tales about wanting to raise drug free children in Regaining That Cuddly Feeling.
Other stories of interest that are reflective of my queer leanings include Slut in Straight Jacket, Busted Beauty and Perverted Science.
Waste Of Height, Really Short Stories, is broken into different story sections: Stand Up Short Stories, Do It All Dad Stories, Funny COVID Stories, American Made-Up Short Stories, Stand Up Staffer Stories, Sloppy Second Stories and Do It All Dad Does Kid Stories. I incorporate every genre from magical realism, The Headless Headhunter, YA, Trading Birthdays and absurdist adult humor, Hop Farm Footsie Scare of 1859.
I refuse to have Louie yuck up the space for funny man adult stories involving hyper articulate children, especially when his kids choke on my kid’s star dust, long time, all the time, Judd Apatow’s included. Challah, thank you very much.
I’m looking forward to your reply.
Best Regards.
Michael Kornbluth