Re: Dating Agencies
OMG, I wish the Web had been around when I took a job in Baker street, London in the mid 70’s. It was with a highly respectable well known dating agency. There were only three of us there. The agency boss who was really scary! She was strict, precise, no nonsense, never smiled, always wore either grey or black power suits and an absolute stickler for getting things exactly right. I only lasted about 2 weeks before the Agency boss informed me I was not suited to the job!!
I still shudder when I think of the task I had to do. She would arrange an interview with an applicant who wished to join the agency (and boy, did they pay high fees for the privilege). The applicant would first sit in a room and fill in a very in-depth application form. When this was completed, the boss would pass it to me for no more than a few minutes to read through and start looking through our rolled top Filofax of what I thought would be suitable matches whilst she spoke with the applicant in the interview room. They were mostly wealthy people who didn’t have the social skills when meeting other people and needed help!
Anyhow, the boss and the applicant would be seated at one end of a long table getting the lowdown on what he/or she was looking for whilst muggins here had to desperately scrabble through the sacred Filofax of “suitable” matches.
OMG! I remember I made some right cock-ups when discreetly passing her the card that I had naively picked out as what I assumed would be a nice match for the applicant. What the hell did I know? But one dirty look from the boss was enough to get me frantically searching again. I used to be a nervous wreck by the end of the day and dreading going into work.
I have never been so relieved to leave a job in my life!