I don’t make a habit of writing about my own experiences but…..a few years ago while minding my own business (literally), I was approached by a major staffing organization (big players – cool $5+ billion a year in revenue) to head up their $50 million legal staffing division. Now, I’m pretty happy doing what I’m doing. I love being an entrepreneur in the legal field. I have a successful media and training organization. I’m my own boss; and I really wasn’t looking to change. In fact, I subscribe to the old adage that you work 80 hours a week just so you don’t have to work 40 hours a week for someone else. But the headhunter who found me, talked a good game. I’ve been in the business, know when to ignore standard pitches, but still I was intrigued.
The position involved heading up a national legal staffing division, expanding the client base, adding revenue and bearing the title of vice president. It sounded like a job that not only could I do, but also I had previous experience doing and enjoyed. It also involved a possible very comfortable housing situation, albeit in the cold abysses of the Hinterlands (i.e.
Although my first instinct was to pass, I ignored my brief commune into my common sense and told the headhunter, “Sure. Here are my parameters. If they can meet those, I’ll talk.” So I sounded a little cocky. But at this stage in my career, I felt pretty confident that I could pick and choose. By golly, I wanted to do what I had been writing and counseling about for years: choose wisely, and above all, make the change worth your while.
I was willing to overlook that I would have to move to a location where there was real snow in the winter. I’m from
Could I adjust from being a somewhat “big fish in a (very) small pond” to being a “little fish in a (very) big pond?” (I guess I squandered too many Saturday nights watching the “Cliché Lady” on Saturday Night Live instead of working on my social life.) Could I leave my exquisite view of the mountains and ocean in
I couldn’t believe I was going through the exact same thing as candidates I had interviewed over the past twenty years. First, I interviewed via video conference with the headhunter who had somehow convinced me to even consider this job. Him in
I immediately consult everything that’s ever been written about how to handle a third and fourth interview: what to wear, what to say, how to breathe. I have long involved discussions with my partner, advisors, mentors, and oh, yes, my shrink. I worry once again about being overweight but notice that people in the
Then, I get THE CALL and not on my cell phone, either. The offer is coming down. YES!! I order up the snowmobile. I hop on Realtor.com and find out that for the price of a garage in
So, these major players fly all the way out to
I have my whole office staff dressed up in their go-to-meetin’ Sunday best. Desks are clean, lean and mean. You can smell the lemon Pledge all the way down the hall. However, this powerful duo felt they could have more leverage by interviewing me alone, all alone, that is – in a closed room with no windows, let alone air conditioning. Suddenly, I experience the terror some of my candidates felt when they were sent to get the “once over” by potential employers. But I tell myself, I’m ready. I’ve role-played. I’ve studied my answers. I am sure, confident, and meaningful. I have prepared a vision for them, and know how to play this game. I had written books on it.
Things were going well until the duo decides to play “good cop/bad cop.” Badly, I might add. I thought the little guy playing bad cop was a bit too gleeful. I really thought he was going to stand on the table and belt out, “Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better from Annie Get Your Gun.” But instead, the inevitable happened. They gave the what-do-you-do-when test. Apparently, I flunk.
“At BigCorp,” the little guy said, “we would have FIRED the person in charge for that! Not tomorrow-today!” Yeah, well, I saw it differently. I saw a learning curve, not a career buster. “What kind of leader are you?” Littleguy yells, swatting the table.
My heart suddenly pounds with terror. Oh, what the heck. I start to gag. I can handle anything but yelling and swatting tables. I slink back in my chair, stunned. Was this a proper way to treat a potential Vice President of a major division of their billion dollar plus company? Furthermore, was this the way I wanted to be treated?
At that precise moment, I felt a slight dampness. Oh, Lordy! Sweaty palms. I decide to ignore my own discomfort and rise to the bait. “Littleguy,” I say, “Just what are you so angry about?” “I AM NOT ANGRY,” he spits. (Angry little guys tend to spit a lot.} “Yes,” I say quietly, “I can see that.” I wipe the spit from my eye (note to self: get the Swine flu shot). Zoom. Right over his head.
After regaining my composure and understanding clearly that Littleguy is someone I would have to work with on a daily basis, I decide to withdraw my candidacy. In fact, I write the letter and e-mail it to the headhunter, the president of the company and the VP with the oh-so-fabulous-personality so fast, these two corporate wannabees are still walking down to the elevator. Would they have wanted me? I’ll never know. Is this the way they treat their employees? Frankly, I don’t want to know. What I do know is where I draw the line. I always want to be treated with dignity and respect. On that, I will not compromise.
I have re-evaluated my life several times since then and have reminded myself that I have created my ideal situation. I love my partners, my colleagues, my clients, and my life. For me, this was a close call and an excellent reminder that I want to develop what I have. The “good guy” was kind enough to send a letter of apology. But I learned an excellent lesson. The grass is not always greener on the other side. (Thank you Cliché Lady.)
So now, it’s back to the proverbial drawing board. I cancel the snowmobile. I put my bio back on the shelf. I forget about the affordable mansion with the personal boat dock on the lake. I take the air out of my floaties. And life is good. As for the boyfriend, I sent him back to