This is a true story that happened to me a few weeks back. All names have been changed.
“Have a seat,” Frank says.
I take a seat in the small room just about cozy enough for a large table, two chairs and two people. No, this isn’t a room in the building of the career consulting firm I am paying a visit to after they rung me last week. It is one of the probably thousands of meeting rooms in a sky-high office tower in Melbourne’s CBD. And career consultant Frank had rented/booked it out for our appointment.
“Tell me about yourself,” Frank says, leaning forwards in his chair and fiddling with the laptop on the table between us.
“I’m currently working here and there. I’m looking for something full or part time,” I reply.
“Have you had interviews? You’re applying for jobs through recruitment firms?”