Chances are wherever you go in the Square Mile you will be within several feet of a recruitment consultant. You need to watch what you say in their presence. Things you take for granted; reading out your mobile number for a friend, mentioning where you work or talking about new hiring plans, will be scooped up and used against you in cold calls for the rest of your life.
Fred Bayr can help you discern when you are in the danger zone but you’ll need to pay close attention. Recruiters are wannabe bankers. They’ll wear TM Lewin shirts and pin stripe suits like you, “to get your buy in”. They’ll flatten and part their spiky hair to look credible. Some may even carry briefcases (for their Tesco Value sandwiches and lads mags). But there is one way you can tell the person next to you is a recruiter not a banker.
He’ll be carrying a copy of the FT to look acceptable. Notice his eyes darting up, down, left and right as he panics at the sight of so many words. Notice the twitching left leg as he fears you may figure him out. Most obvious of all, prior to now, he’s never touched a broadsheet in his life.
You know the guy opposite is a recruiter when he tries to turn the page and the entire middle section drops out. He then looks up at you like a waiter who just dropped the main course your starving belly was craving.
You laugh, but, remember, he is a fellow human being. He’s someone who has faced a world of rejection. Someone who has had one too many lonely nights eating Birds Eye fish fingers and McCain microwavable chips. That person is me.
He may pick up the paper but he’ll never pick up his self esteem as he enters the office, picks up the phone and is told to F OFF for the twenty zillionth time!
Regardless, recruiters are jammy dodgers you should never trust. Beware!
Fred Bayr can help you discern when you are in the danger zone but you’ll need to pay close attention. Recruiters are wannabe bankers. They’ll wear TM Lewin shirts and pin stripe suits like you, “to get your buy in”. They’ll flatten and part their spiky hair to look credible. Some may even carry briefcases (for their Tesco Value sandwiches and lads mags). But there is one way you can tell the person next to you is a recruiter not a banker.
He’ll be carrying a copy of the FT to look acceptable. Notice his eyes darting up, down, left and right as he panics at the sight of so many words. Notice the twitching left leg as he fears you may figure him out. Most obvious of all, prior to now, he’s never touched a broadsheet in his life.
You know the guy opposite is a recruiter when he tries to turn the page and the entire middle section drops out. He then looks up at you like a waiter who just dropped the main course your starving belly was craving.
You laugh, but, remember, he is a fellow human being. He’s someone who has faced a world of rejection. Someone who has had one too many lonely nights eating Birds Eye fish fingers and McCain microwavable chips. That person is me.
He may pick up the paper but he’ll never pick up his self esteem as he enters the office, picks up the phone and is told to F OFF for the twenty zillionth time!
Regardless, recruiters are jammy dodgers you should never trust. Beware!
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