One day while walking down the street, a headhunter was tragically hit by a bus . He was Catholic, so shortly his soul arrived in heaven where St. Peter met him at the Pearly Gates. “Welcome to Heaven,” said St. Peter. “Before you get settled in, it seems we have a problem. You see, strangely enough, we’ve never once had a headhunter make it this far and we’re not really sure what to do with you.”
“No problem, just let me in” said he.
“Well, I’d like to, but I have higher orders. What we’re going to do is let you have a day in Hell and a day in Heaven and then you can choose which one you want to spend an eternity in.”
“Actually, I think I’ve made up my mind. . . . I prefer to stay in Heaven.”
“Sorry, we have rules . . .” and with that St. Peter put the headhunter in an elevator and it went down-down-down to Hell. The doors opened, and he found himself stepping out onto the putting green of a beautiful golf course. In the distance was a country club and standing in front of him were all his friends and fellow headhunters cheering for him. They talked about old times. They played an excellent round of golf and at night went to the country club where he enjoyed an excellent dinner. He met the Devil who was actually a really nice guy. He was having a great time and before he knew it, it was time to leave. Everybody shook his hand and waved good-bye. The elevator went up-up-up and opened back up at the Pearly Gates. St. Peter was waiting for him.
“Now it’s time to spend a day in Heaven.” So he spent the next 24 hours lounging around on clouds playing the harp and singing. He had a great time, and before he knew it, St. Peter came and got him.
“So, you’ve spent a day in Hell and you’ve spent a day in Heaven. Now you must choose your eternity.” The headhunter paused for a second and then replied, “Well, I never thought I’d say this, I mean, Heaven has been really great and all, but I think I had a better time in Hell,” so St. Peter escorted him to the elevator and again he went down-down-down back to Hell.
When the doors of the elevator opened he found himself standing in a desolate wasteland covered in garbage and filth. He saw his friends dressed in rags picking up garbage. The Devil came up to him and put his arms around him.
“I don’t understand,” stammered the headhunter, “yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and a country club and we ate and danced and had a great time. Now all there is, is a wasteland of garbage and all my friends look miserable.” The Devil looked at him and smiled, “That’s because yesterday we were recruiting you, but today you’re staff.”
Don’t choose the wrong person to work for. It’s important that you recognize that employers also put their best foot forward, especially when they recognize “star material” like you.