God knows how I “fell in to recruitment”. For an introvert that went bright red and barely squeaked when meeting people I somehow accepted a job (career?) that demanded exactly that; an awful lot of squeaking.
Well, to be truthful, I do know why; I had zero confidence, was desperately unhappy and I told myself I was not good enough to be a writer. It does not make sense at all, I know. On the upside the office was near my home and I had a knack of being a “nice guy” and that got me the job.