Recruiter behaviour (again, sorry)

Picture this: I've been witnessin' some downright shady antics in recent moons. Respectable recruiters like y’all readin’ this steer clear of these dusty trails, but there's a posse of players makin' mischief, and it's got me scratchin' my head. Now, I gotta dance 'round the details like a sidewinder in the sun to protect the innocent and call out the guilty in a past showdown.

What's the fuss, you ask? Well, it's a tale of downright unethical behavior, a sordid saga unfoldin' under the Salesforce sun. I can't name names, but trust me, it's a real rootin'-tootin' rodeo of deception.

So let me spin you a yarn about the wild, wild world of recruiting in the dusty, digital saloon of the Salesforce market. It's a tale of shootouts, snake oil, and recruiters ridin' into town like they own the whole dang territory.

Now, in this here frontier of contracting, you got folks like me getting calls from recruiters, each one swearin' they got the best deal this side of the Mississippi. But hold onto your cowboy hats, 'cause here comes George, the upright cowboy recruiter, tryin' to lasso a Salesforce developer for Mildred, the big boss lady in town.

Enter Rosemary, the slicker-than-slick snake oil saleswoman. She hears a whisper in the wind about Mildred's job and goes full tumbleweed detective, tracking down Mildred's coordinates like a sidewinder on the prowl. Mildred, bein' the savvy saloon owner she is, slams the saloon door shut on Rosemary faster than you can say "draw."

But Rosemary, she's a tenacious varmint. Undeterred, she sets her sights on Sid, a clueless cowboy just lookin' for an honest day's work. Rosemary sells him the golden ticket job, and Sid, bless his heart, sends Rosemary his representation like he's signin' a pact with the devil himself. Here's the kicker - Rosemary ain't even had a powwow with Mildred. She's playin' poker with a deck she ain't even seen.

Now, Sid's roped and branded, thinkin' he's claimed by Rosemary. But fear not, for George, the sheriff of the Salesforce range, rides in.

George: "Howdy, Sid! Mildred's lookin' for a top-notch developer like you.”

Sid: "Hey, George! Some Rosemary recruiter's got me hogtied. Sorry, partner.”

George: "No worries, Sid. Mildred and me are tighter than a lasso at a rodeo. She don't want no other recruiters rustlin' up her cattle.”

Sid: "But I already gave Rosemary the representation thing.”

George: "Easy there, cowboy. Let me round up this tumbleweed."

Lo and behold, Rosemary was never even on Mildred's wanted poster. She's blocked, George sets up interviews for Sid, and it's a happy hoedown for our hero. But not for Rosemary.

Sid gets the job, and Rosemary goes full-on desperado. She's callin' Sid, slingin' threats, quotin' the representation like it's the Ten Commandments. Sid, unimpressed, tells every cowboy and cowgirl in the saloon about Rosemary's snake oil shenanigans, and she's left high and dry in the tumbleweeds, wonderin' where it all went south.

And that, my buckaroos, is the wild, wild tale of recruiting in the Salesforce frontier, narrated by yours truly. So next time a recruiter comes knockin' on your digital saloon door, you best check your six-shooter and ride into that sunset with caution. You see, in this here recruiting rodeo, there's a code of honor. You don't want your hired gun riding into town without the client's blessings, causin' chaos and shootin' from the hip. Nah, you want a recruiter who's got the official stamp of approval, who's been deputised by the big boss in the saloon.

So, before you hitch your wagon to any recruiter, ask 'em straight up: "Have you been instructed by the client?" It's like checkin' if a cowboy's got his spurs on before the big showdown. You don't wanna be roped into some recruitment rustlin' without proper authorisation.