On a Day of Mourning, We All Can Use a Laugh

Today is another anniversary of 9/11 and we all remember where we were on that horrible morning. I have put my traditional calls in to the two people that I spoke with that morning as the planes struck. That said, in the hope that I can bring a smile to many on a day when we all can use a chuckle, even as we remember, here are some snippets from Sarch’s Headhunter Files, to be published sometime in the distant future: - The story of the Branch Manager who wondered why his career stalled after getting drunk on a party boat on the Hudson River and jumped overboard in front of his CEO. - The tale of the Advisor who lost his job after surfing porn on the internet, contracting a virus on his PC, and then calling tech support who reported to management why the virus was contracted. - The sordid anecdote about the Branch Manager who had office outings to the local strip club and wondered why certain Advisors in his branch would somehow feel excluded and complain. - The yarn about the Branch Manager who took regular liaisons at a residential hotel with a certain sales assistant, subjecting himself to the blackmail of his own Advisors. - The pathetic parable about the Advisor who kept his client instructions to sell out of a client’s substantial position in a currency in his desk on a Friday afternoon because he was convinced that the client was wrong and the position would improve over the weekend. - And the too often repeated tale (same story, different cities, different firms) of the Branch Manager destroying his career because of an affair with a direct report.