I don’t like recruitment agencies. End of. It’s not because I didn’t get the job, but because of the appalling service provided by them. Now, I’m not saying all recruitment agencies are the same but there are a large number of them which I have dealt with and I can honestly say my experiences have rarely been any different.

When I had planned to move to Manchester, I thought it would be best to find work prior to moving so I would have some sort of income. I uploaded my CV to a few job sites, applied for a few positions and clearly stated that I was not yet living in the North West. I knew this could potentially hinder my chances of finding work, but it was better than doing nothing and showing up in Manchester without money or a job.

I received a phone call inviting me to an interview for a Customer Service Advisor position and although I had not applied for this position, I decided to take up the interview offer as I had previously worked in a similar role. The person I’d spoken to on the phone (who I’ll refer to as Lucy as not to get into trouble) had been very brief on the job role and did not disclose the company name. All I got out of that phone call was her name, an address for the interview and a time to be in Manchester for.

I had to take the day off work and pay for a rather pricey train ticket to attend what I originally thought was the interview. How very wrong I was! I arrived at the address half an hour before my interview was due to start and was directed to a set of ugly armchairs to wait for Lucy. Nearly an hour later, Lucy appeared holding a clipboard. I stood up and went to shake her hand, but she looked at me as if I was offering her poo on a stick. Failing that I tried to spark a conversation by complimenting her shoes (which were really nice) but the only response I received was “Hmm, thanks.”

I was taken upstairs as sat at an uncomfortable coffee table. I was given a form to fill out and although Lucy had my CV in her hand, she asked me about my education and employment history. After photocopying my passport I was told I was being put forward for an interview. I thought that this was going to be the interview. This was just a five minute chat with a recruitment agent that cost me a day’s pay.

So, my phone interview went well and I was invited for a face to face interview for which I had to prepare a presentation. It was a bit short notice and I have to take another day off work to attend. The presentation went well, the interview went well and I walked away feeling quite pleased with myself. I looked forward to hearing from Lucy as she had reassured me “I wouldn’t have a problem getting this job.” She also advised me to “emphasise the fact that I’m close to my parents and that I’m moving to Manchester to live with my partner” as the company treat their employees like a family.

Two weeks passed and I didn’t hear a thing from Lucy. I gave her a call only to be told “You weren’t successful with your interview because they feel you’re not committed to Manchester. They’re concerned you’ll break up with your partner and move back to live with your parents.

Ok then.

1. Who are they to judge my relationship like that?
2. I was told to say that by you!

I never actually said that to Lucy. I was just in shocked silence. She said she’d be back in touch if anything else came up, but I have yet to hear a peep from her.

Since then, I’ve refused to be associated with recruitment agencies. This wasn’t the first time I’d been on the receiving end of p*ss poor recruitment service. My hate for recruitment agencies is probably why I love working for EmptyLemon so much – no recruitment agencies, no time wasted, no money wasted, no Lucies.