When I was in recruitment I picked up the CV of a bloke in his mid 50s whose life had fallen about him like dust.
He used to be an export salesman – spending time building up agents and contacts in Africa & Middle East. His wife was unhappy that he was away all the time so nagged him to give it up and come back into the UK.
He came back and sank all his money in a crappy franchise scheme.
His wife then realised it wasn’t him being away she disliked, it was him being at home so she kicked him out, his business went flop and he ended up sharing a room in a strange town.
Ended up with no home no money no job. For somebody in his mid 50s, that’s a bit of a bummer.
I looked at his CV and thought with a bit of judicious trimming I could make it look OK. I then set about getting him in front of employers.
Eventually he was given an export assistant role and he phoned me up out of the blue a couple of weeks before Christmas. He loves the job, he’s had a promotion, his firm love him, his customers love him, and apparently it was only my faith in him that re-ignited his own self belief and stopped him taking the big walk to the top of the multi-storey.
Gulp…