Her middle name was Welcome, his was Wipe.

It's been the afternoon of IT recruiter idiocy. What on earth is up with the pimps? Why is it I keep getting really junior pimps who, the moment it looks like a company is actually interested in my luscious IT arse, have to refer it to their "colleague," i.e., boss? Oversupply of cheap recruiter labour, undersupply of jobs or what?

(a): Long rambling followup call where the guy takes five minutes to tell me that there's no progress with the client as yet. Um, okay. I have email for that. And you keep dropping random meaningless phrases into your stream of babble, presumably a mechanism you have developed (I hesitate to apply the word "evolved" to one such as yourself) so that people won't notice when you're trying to think of what to say next. It doesn't work. Cross-office solitaire competition palling, then?

(b): I get through the initial pimp screening call. (After I got her to admit she had not in fact read my CV.) She then says "I'll just forward your CV to my account manager." So they now have pimps screening the CVs for other pimps.

Junior pimps ... they're so cute. Like baby cockroaches.

Ofcoursemanyrecruitersarelovelypeopleincludingtheoneswhogotmemylastseveraljobsandofcoursetheoneswhoreadthisjournal. *exhale*