Amitai Givertz’s Recruitomatic Blog

Ah, to slump back into the comfort of my old blog. Like a well-worn armchair that so easily conforms to the shape of my bottom, with armrests on which to relax tired limbs, a moment to pause and reflect: What is the meaning of it all?

For those of you who make a point of checking up on me – the perverse and masochistic among recruiting bloggers or the poetically inclined and curious perhaps; the hapless googler trying to find something out about oligospermia but who accidentally glimpsed the esoteric, obsessive side of recruiting and who keeps coming back, hoping for what, who knows; or you, my perfect critic – it won’t have escaped your attention that the lava lamp has been on a low setting of late. I must reject the usual, reasonable explanations for dormancy that one sees on many blogs nowadays: busy working, raising pigs, chemo-therapy, writer’s block, carpel tunnel syndrome, burying Mother, and other assorted excuses.

Rather, I have a perfectly plausible explanation. You see, I have been in transition, transitioning. Marvelous, isn’t it? Changing from my WordPress blog where in a few short months I had built up some semblance of authority to this new “blogversity” domain at the nether end of the internet; morphing from citizen- to corporate-blogger – oh, such confounded confusion – and graduating from being fixated about who is reading my blog and how many people are linking back; and how many comments on how many posts; and who has me on their blogroll, or not as the case may be; and how many unique visitors and how many page views each day to…could hardly give a shit.

If you have been a faithful reader, please don’t mistake my change of heart as a rejection of you personally. Au contraire. It is for those of you who have encouraged my thrashing blogescapology – as a process rather than for sport – I now choose a more decorous type of posting, consistent with my emerging reinvention, and posting just for you. And consider: the wrestling, the writhing, the wriggling and straight-jacket busting, key-regurgitating, socket-popping posts of the summer months were exhausting to write, read, explain and extricate myself from in polite company. I don’t think those posts are becoming a “corporate blogger” or are suitable for an audience beyond the bubble. Do you? I mean, what will my sponsors tolerate? Hmmm…I wonder.

I see that Recruiting.com will be launching its 2006 Best Blog Awards doo-dah soon. What a shame I will have become almost catatonic by then, unable to vote myself into the running. But then again, I realize the metamorphosis of my blogging self has gone beyond the point of no return. Where once I would have coveted the prize I now find myself fearful that I could be nominated by one of my subjects, exacting revenge, my fledgling corporate persona ruined at the outset by references to my idiosyncratic blogging about dung, circumcision, vertical search and posts a la Recruitomatique. Hell! I haven’t started my career as a corporate blogger and I’m already done for. No, no nomination for me. Oh, well.

Perhaps this time next year I will be going gang-busters for the 2007 prize to bring honor to my corporate blog, looking for more mileage than I could hope to achieve running for cover now. And such good PR for a blog-enabled web site, don’t you think? To be sure, I don’t even want a Mikey’s Monkey which I was promised twice, and twice denied. I’m not even cross posting this under-the-radar missive on RecruitingBloggers.com, nor touting myself on Recruiting.com either. I’m a blogger under cover now, chillin’ out on me ol’ chintz-covered recliner.

And, as for the new Blog Swap 2.0 thingie, well, there’s another missed opportunity that the ascendant Recruitomatic would have gone gung-ho for. But, alas, the timing of all these things is out of whack with this bloggers body clock. Indeed, this transitioning is proving to be a tiring experience, worth it in the long run I’m sure.

So, as I said, a time for reflection. I am not disappointed with the results of my blogging experiment on Recruitomatic, here in the fast expanding bubble nebula of recruiting blogs. In fact, as I re-read some of my more outlandish posts, I see that I was quite transparent about my purpose here. But more, I have found a value in blogging that I could not have imagined when I first started out.

Above all else I think the human connections that blogging has enabled are the most enriching part of this experience so far. I wonder where those connections will lead us. To close, if I was thanking people for bringing me this far, I would hardly know where to start. No need for a lengthy roll call, we are in transition here, not decomposing – or are we?

That said, this post and the cycle it now completes would itself be incomplete without acknowledging the following bloggers: Jason Davis – gracious, kind, supportive, unpretentious and someone who I would consider giving my last Rolo to; the Recruiting Animal who has been a mentor of sorts and a source of inspiration for my more off-the-wall posts, a patient sounding-board, would-be collaborator, compadre; the immensely clever, operationally intelligent Julian Seery Gude who has been a super-trooper helping me personally with this blog and making possible the soon-to-be-launched hybrid corporate/blog web site – how exciting! “Don’t-call-me-Che” Kyle Callahan who encouraged me to start blogging in the first place. Kyle has played an important role in the development of my thinking about my personal and corporate web strategy, challenged me.

And last, but by no means least, to you, my handful of regular readers. How nice of you to have come and to have stayed, even venturing so far as to find what is now the farthest “outpost” of the blogosphere. Thank you. Well, there you are, there you have it. To save myself the embarrassment of having to invent “assorted excuses” in the coming weeks for a now quiescent blog, let us leave this as being a staging post for a blogger in transition, shall we?

Ah, yes, my driveling Recruitomatic blog. What a comfy place to sit and put my feet up, reminisce awhile, watch a little TV perhaps. Oh, look – it’s a bubble! Isn’t that funny, a metaphor of sorts.