You are six months to a year out of university. You couldn’t find the ideal career so you were swayed into recruitment. You swallowed your pride the night before your first day and told yourself this could work. You looked around at the senior consultants with huge mortgages, no children and stale relationships and said: “if I work hard I can be like them some day”. You made yourself feel good by saying “hey, I might work in recruitment but I have a job, unlike 2.5 million people”.
In your first week, like the interview stages, your team leader kept repeating, like a parrot, how much money you will potentially earn. Six months to a year in you’ve realised, “potentially” in recruitment means never! Boo hoo.
You get into the cluttered office everyday at 8am, sweaty from a 45 minute commute. You’ve had your face rammed into a Bangladeshi armpit for 37 of those minutes smelling onions and armpit hair through an unwashed Trespass jacket that mice have urinated on. You sit at your desk, pick up the phone and....you listen to an answering machine. You do this non-stop till 6pm, stopping only for three things.
1) A trip to the toilet.
2) Your lunch break
3) A meeting with your manager who reminds you every day how pointless your job is by asking why you are not hitting targets. You respond diplomatically: “Sorry, I’ll take responsibility. I’ll stay behind late tonight”
Deep down you know as well as your manager, you’re not hitting your targets because there are no candidates actively looking, none who can be convinced to move with your petty pitch and no clients wanting to meet you due to upcoming hiring freezes. Those disappointed by bonus payments will be likely to move out of banking altogether. They won’t be interested in the- watching paint dry type- financial reporting or java development roles you’ve been enslaved to recruit for.
You know what time it is. Time to leave the world of recruitment before the internal resourcers take over. Good night
In your first week, like the interview stages, your team leader kept repeating, like a parrot, how much money you will potentially earn. Six months to a year in you’ve realised, “potentially” in recruitment means never! Boo hoo.
You get into the cluttered office everyday at 8am, sweaty from a 45 minute commute. You’ve had your face rammed into a Bangladeshi armpit for 37 of those minutes smelling onions and armpit hair through an unwashed Trespass jacket that mice have urinated on. You sit at your desk, pick up the phone and....you listen to an answering machine. You do this non-stop till 6pm, stopping only for three things.
1) A trip to the toilet.
2) Your lunch break
3) A meeting with your manager who reminds you every day how pointless your job is by asking why you are not hitting targets. You respond diplomatically: “Sorry, I’ll take responsibility. I’ll stay behind late tonight”
Deep down you know as well as your manager, you’re not hitting your targets because there are no candidates actively looking, none who can be convinced to move with your petty pitch and no clients wanting to meet you due to upcoming hiring freezes. Those disappointed by bonus payments will be likely to move out of banking altogether. They won’t be interested in the- watching paint dry type- financial reporting or java development roles you’ve been enslaved to recruit for.
You know what time it is. Time to leave the world of recruitment before the internal resourcers take over. Good night
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