I received an offer recently that I couldn’t refuse – an invitation from “legal search consultants.”
Headhunters!
They were having a convention and asked if I wanted to drop by, and, you know, say hi.
Vague images flitted through my mind – guys in suits dancing in a conga line wearing hats with silly horns.
I don’t often get invited to shindigs. I’m a therapist. Mostly, I visit my office, my dog and whoever’s sitting in the other chair. Or I sit at my desk and write columns. Ask me to a party? Hell yeah, I’m down. I’m all over it like a tall dog in a cheap suit. You looking to turn it out? Count me in.
I never say no to headhunters, conga lines and hats with silly horns.
So I went. And it was fun.
Here’s the newsflash about headhunters – they’re good peeps.
At very least, they’re more fun than lawyers. In fact, many of them were lawyers, but had to get out because they were too fun.
They can also teach you stuff you need to know – not just pointers on beer pong and naked Twister.
Behold three key lessons acquired whilst getting down with my bad self in the company of legal search consultant party animals…
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