Pressed for time here but -
We've all been there. You spot an ad for a job on an agent's Twitter feed, or one of those badly typed "latest opportunities" emails they send out, and you think fuck it, yeah, go on then, I'll have a stab at that. So, you fire your stuff over, along with, what is by now, your stock covering note, and you think to yourself, should be all right with that. Perfect match on paper. Phone'll ring any minute, in fact.
But no.
The phone never EVER rings in fact. Not from that recruitment agency anyway. Doesn't matter what the job is, where it might be, or whatever it might be doing, those fuckers never ever get back to you, and you have no idea why.
In my case, this is the problem I have with two recruitment agencies in particular. And I honestly do not know why. Whilst I'm the first to admit my work is pretty singular at times, its also got me into some very good agencies over the years so I know I'm doing something right.
I guess its like account handlers though. The best one's don't mind making the client work a bit to meet them halfway, and thrash things out in the process, whereas shit ones are so fucking precious about upsetting the client as to make them sound like some insatiable despotic omni-cunt.
I've heard some terrible stories about recruitment agents lately, so I guess what I'm saying is do please share them in the little box below.
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Who am I kidding? No one ever comments on anything I put up.
They're all commented out on Ben Kay's blog talking about that ruddy Wall's ad from Saatchi's I bet, which is all right I guess, but only (hmmm kind of) funny once I'd say and nowhere near as good as he makes out.
You hear that Kay!? Do You? Do you hear it!?
NO. WHERE. NEAR. AS. GOOD.
Now get to bed.
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