Amitai Givertz’s Recruitomatic Blog

…Birthday Greetings, Bottle of Wine?

It has been a little while since we posted here, hasn’t it? No matter. Those of you who know me well enough to care will also know that I have been somewhat distracted with other projects. Those of you who don’t know me that well, well, don’t care do you?

With the launching of Bells & Whistles: The RCI Recruitment Solutions Blog I find that most of my work here is done. While this blog has been an entirely personal adventure, what I have learned has been most valuable in ways that I could only apply to “work” and other assorted labors of love.

But it is like a bug, you know, having your own little piece of cyberspace to graffiti. So I think I might continue to post from time-to-time, most likely when I feel like talking to myself is the best way to work through a problem, not wanting to upset anyone I might otherwise want to impress. Maybe I’ll post here when I want to write just for the fun of it.

For sure, if this first blog has taught me one thing it is that I do need a personal space for my private public musing. Making connections between work, the business of recruiting, ambition, profit, anticappointment and what-have-you in the context of God, sex, power, bodily functions and boyhood — not to overlook the occasional rude observation about industry luminaries — is hardly appropriate when blogging — as I must now — with the decorum of polite company and paying guests in mind.

So this blog will continue to serve some purpose I guess, even if that purpose becomes increasingly obscured over time, those idiosyncratic connections and contexts never being referenced here again, rather left to the archives for some fool to take issue with.

Who knows?

Maybe I’ll just post links here to other places where I am my contemporary self, diverting one’s attention from my clumsy first kiss with authenticity, my heavy-handed groping with social media. Little, innocuous links giving way to a lighter touch perhaps or just popping in and out when the need to wax lyrical overrides my greater need to cost-justify my time blogging.

Really, darlings, who knows? Who cares?