Mr Cellophane

Internal Recruiters are the Mr (or Ms or Miss or Mrs) Cellophane’s of the corporate world, the poor cousin of the HR team. Like the old adage internal recruiters should be seen and not heard. (I disagree by the way, I’ve just seen this ideal a bit)

Your part of the company, but not really. You don’t build or sell the widgets, you don’t set policy, you don’t deliver the business solutions to clients. You don’t actually make money for the company, you find the people that do. Smart companies understand, but are there lots of smart companies out there?

I’m all about adding value, and i’m all about being heard, I hate being dismissed or ignored.
Do you make yourself heard? Or do you just wait for things to happen? Have you been too nervous about your job security to stir the pot and instigate change? Or are you just happy how things are going? Or do you just bitch and moan and write songs about how bad things are for you?

You are one to the key externally facing people of the company.. STAND UP!

Dialog from video, is this you?

I’m the father, papa, dad dad. Did you hear me? no you did’nt hear me. That’s the story of my life, nobody notice I’m around, nobody Not even my parents noticed me. One day I went to school, and when I came home, they moved!

Amos.

If someone stood up in a crowd
And raised his voice up way out loud
And waved his arm
And shook his leg
You’d notice him

If someone in the movie show
Yelled “fired in the second row,
This whole place is a powder keg!”
You’d notice him

And even without clucking like a hen
Everyone gets noticed, now and then,
Unless, of course, that personage should
be
Invisible, inconsequential me!

Cellophane
Mister cellophane
Should have been my name
Mister cellophane

’cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I’m there!

I tell ya
Cellophane
Mister cellophane
Should have been my name
Mister cellophane

’cause you can look right through me
walk right by me
And never know I’m there. . .

Suppose you was a little cat
Residin’ in a person’s flat
Who fed you fish and scratched your
ears?

You’d notice him

Suppose you was a woman wed
And sleepin’ in a double bed beside one man for seven years
You’d notice him

A human being’s made of more that air
With all that bulk , you’re bound to see
him there

Unless that human bein’ next to you
Is unimpressive, undistinguished
You know who. . .

Should have been my name
Mister cellophane
’cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I’m there

etc etc etc

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Posted on November 25, 2009, in internal recruiting. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Reblogged this on SaySomethingMoreDan and commented:

    A blast from the past, I still love this song…

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