It’s that the Internet is like this huge, unattended, 24-hour candy superstore – fully stocked with candy-dates. Sweet-toothed “clients” skate through the aisles, tasting the free samples. Then, they just help themselves to the ones they like best. Sugar-highed, they skate right out the back door. Ergo, “back-door hires.”
Your name’s on the wrapper from A to Z: an Abba-Zaba resume. No problem. Just rip it off and “rip it off.”
You might never know that candidate who didn’t make it months ago, now has, and before your fee-year’s expired.