Watson Moore

I applied for a job on one of those generic jobsites late one Wednesday night. On the Thursday I was sitting in the posh offices of Watson Moore, the agency who had been advertising the job. On the Friday I had the job interview.
Mark was the agent who dealt with me, and he was quite different to every other recruitment consultant I’ve had the misfortune to deal with. He didn’t feel the need to ask me how I was even if I’d spoken to him 2 minutes before, he didn’t speak in a pitch 2 octaves higher than his normal voice. He even talked about football.
Apart from the staff, the agency differs to others as it only takes a one-​off fee from the company rather than stealing half of your wages every week. The agency also mainly deals with financial jobs which pay £50,000 plus, although there are a few which aren’t finance related and which pay less and some which pay by the hour. More importantly, they give you bottled Evian to drink and the chairs are super comfy.
Mark called me a few times within 24 hours to see how my interview preparation was going, to give me tips and to advise me what they might ask me. He insisted that I would give him a call as soon as I got out of the interview to tell him how it went, which I did. The only thing was, that was the end of my relationship with Mark. He obviously lost interest the second he was told I was not suitable for the position, but I thought the least he could have done would have been to let me know.