Headhunters on Parade

About the Book

Headhunters, is that what they´re called? We talking about some African tribe? Are these Headhunters the ones who slice off human heads, boil them, and shrink them down to display on the tip of a spear? Of course, we´re not talking about those type of headhunters. 

Instead, we´re referring to the army of human creatures scattered about cities of advanced western nations wearing sign on their back: JOBS, ANYBODY WANT JOBS. These creatures also go by the names of Recruiters, Executive Searchers, Placement Professionals, Employment Counselors, HR Counselors, and other similar titles.  There are also many pejorative terms by which they´re referred, mention of which would insult delicate women and children, and so they shall be avoided.

            Seeking delightful monetary reimbursement off the sweat of ordinary citizens, these white collar  professionals are out there, day after day, residing in rented, dimly lit offices, searching for heads, and then placing those heads upon the coffee-tables of money-making corporations in the sky.

I know them. Seen these headhunters through every spy glass, and have gotten to understand their moral navigational procedures. These headhunters have been parading before me for 35 years, years in which I´ve been a professional seeker after a rectangular buck made of green paper. Had plenty of jobs, twenty, thirty, jobs like toilet paper rolls flushing down countless toilets. Jobs of every description, working for bosses of bosses of every description. Have been there and done that. Near the end of each job, the headhunter appears with a list of new jobs that will bring me to another false paradise.

Yes, I know them like an acclaimed theologian knows his bible. Headhunters, the young and old, male and female, pushers, the shovers towards the weekly salary and their cut of it. These headhunters, the first line of defense for the modern corporation.&

About the Author

Elias Sassoon is the author of approximately, roughly, terminally twenty-five works that include short story collections, novels, poetry collections and non-fiction, essay collections. While producing his writing by night, he has earned his daily wage in honest labor that ranges from professions like teacher/bathroom attendant to a door-to-door bible salesman/fish cleaner and everything in between. Elias continues to work hard, grinding out the words and turning them into literary gems, or if you prefer, literary pearls of wisdom. He lives with his wife, two children and a dog-named Brandon in a suburban area in the vicinity of the great Metropolis known as New York City. There he prepares barbecue dinners for neighbors and friends, roams the area for yard sales, watches flies and other moving insect life die in his backward where he also sits on a metal beach chair deciding on the future of the world as we know it.