So my candidate decided to negotiate with my voicemail all weekend.
It was kind of interesting to listen to the descent into madness. Or, more like working his steps till he finally came to the “acceptance” part.
Basically he supposes he can make it work if he gets promoted in six months and gets bonuses.
I often quote Whitney Houston in “Waiting to Exhale,” but I have to say it.
“Pretty close to resistible, Lover Man.”