This guy I was trying to recruit today told me he wasn’t even applying for jobs.
I told him you don’t apply to our company. You get tapped.
I took him to the gym. Told the gym sales rep who gave him a guest pass that if I beat my recruit at one-on-one, he would come work for us. The rep said, then I guess you’ll be coming aboard.
I whupped his ass. I haven’t been playing well in a long time but my body seems to have righted itself this week, or my fire is carrying me. I played out of my mind. Even when he was collapsed on the floor I was still going. I felt so strong, so magnetic. Nothing hurt. I was willing myself to show how strong I am so he could see what kind of leadership to expect.
I told him that my first job out of college, I read tarot cards. I was a psychic. And I’m just good at seeing where things come together. The fact that it feels like we’ve worked together forever means we’ve either worked together in the past, or we’re gonna have a long history of working together in the future. So you can either come now, or come when you’re ready.
He sat there shellshocked. I was surprised and amused by the words and passion coming out of me.
Holy shit, are you palming the ball?, he says.
I look down and I’m holding the ball with my arm straight, relaxed, the ball towards the floor. I’d only palmed a men’s ball two other times, both days when I’d felt massive…absolutely bigger than my body. The consciousness made me drop the ball, but I looked in his eyes and I knew my point was made.
If you join, you would be on my team.