We’ve put together some new verse to go with a classic Christmas Tune, so grab a mince pie, some mulled wine, clear the lungs and get singing away to your hearts content.
On the first day of Christmas, a candidate came to me: A sales person with no CV
On the second day of Christmas, a candidate came to me: A lawyer who was prone to disagree
On the third day of Christmas, a candidate came to me: Said money wasn’t important - refused the job for a higher fee!
On the fourth day of Christmas, a client came to me:
Told me that he hated me
On the fifth day of Christmas, a candidate came to me:
Said I won’t find a higher billing consultant than she
On the sixth day of Christmas, a candidate came to me:
An engineer who drew diagrams all over my ToB!
On the seventh day of Christmas, a candidate came to me:
A techie who didn’t want coffee, water, to take their jacket off or even tea!
On the eighth day of Christmas, a client came to me:
Called me a CV sh***ing dancing monkey!
On the ninth day of Christmas, a candidate came to me:
A name dropper stumped by “Nope, I don’t know them, do you have a degree?”
On the tenth day of Christmas, a candidate came to me:
An HR Manager on a contract reading spree
On the eleventh day of Christmas, a client came to me:
Cried with happiness about a placement to be
On the twelfth day of Christmas my software provider gave to me:
A blog which was a load of mouldy old brie…
