For me, Sundays are always full of expectation.  And thinking about the week ahead with my morning cuppa, I found myself in some other world.  A kind of Hitchcock, Rear Window (1954) meets Virtual Reality (VR) futuristic kind of moment.  My own memories of Sundays past catching up with the expectations of this week.

On Sundays, my dad always used to make sure our shoes were thoroughly wax polished.  During the week I’d get away with rubbing one foot against the sock on the other.  Come on, be honest, we’ve all done it.  Mum would check my school uniform for missing buttons as my five white school shirts hung beautifully ironed on the back of the door.

For one of my grans, Sunday was washday.  Come rain or shine, that boiler was on by 9:00 a.m.  Toast and marmalade in one hand, she plunged white sheets into blue tinged bubbling water with the other.  I’ve not understood that “blue bag thing” to this day.  Quite simply nan’s white sheets were tinged with blue (always).

So, on a Sunday when democracy will determine that everyone gets what nobody wants this week, Coldplay are back at Glastonbury again (sorry this really is music to die to) and some of us (at least) are hopeful about the Euros, I’ve found myself being creative.

My Hitchcock meets VR moment came when I began wondering who would be making sure Jude Bellingham had a good breakfast (fry up) after his birthday celebrations.  And curiously (as my brain seemed to be in overdrive this morning) who would be cleaning England team boots?  Would Mrs. Sunak be ironing Richi’s shirts today and would I give Chris Martin another chance?

But away from this hype, there are people wondering whether their exam results will come good (did they really study enough), whether their interviews last week were good enough to secure a role (or a second interview) or, if they’re at the start of a process, what questions they’ll be asked.  Different people, different circumstances and yet all perfectly poised for the next instalment.

Hmm … you may have guessed already; this is my new take on feedback (or lack of it) to candidates.  It’s a new angle on my ghosting stories.  Imagine if exiting PMs only found out they’d lost an election when a removal truck turned up.  What if nobody cleaned Beckham’s boots and that’s how he found out that he didn’t have a place in the team anymore?  And what if Chris Martin didn’t get his early morning call (just saying)?

My Sunday soapbox moment is a little more light-hearted than usual as I want to encourage you to peer into all those futuristic and imaginary windows.  Consider what people might be going through in connection with their work and search for their first or a better job.  Imagine how you would make recruitment a positive experience for as many people as possible.

Think about how you might help.  Ask yourself a few questions beginning with, “How can I ensure that ghosting doesn’t catch up with me like Mr. Scrooge” and, “if I rearrange my day or work a little smarter, who should I contact this week” and let me know how I can help.  Let’s chat