A person approached my receptionist and asked to meet with me. She was told that I was not available for the next couple of days, but that if she would explain why she wanted to speak with me and leave her phone number, that information would be passed on to me, and I would be pleased to call her in the evening or at the end of the week. Rather than do this, she said she would wait.
So she waited. All day.
And then she came back and did the same thing the next day.
Eventually my receptionist convinced her to divulge the purpose of her mission. Turns out that she was a headhunter pitching an applicant for a law clerk position I advertised last week.
I don’t know whether to admire her determination, or to laugh at her obtuseness for failing to follow my receptionist’s simple instructions. Too bad she is unwilling to accept that my availability is not contingent upon her camping out in our atrium.
We’ll leave out some food for her tomorrow. No harm in being hospitable.