ULCS Graduate Recruitment Fair

Woah. That's a goddamn lot of people. A lot of them wearing suits, too. Who the hell wears a suit to a careers fair? Oh, yeah. Economics students.
Outside the main door to the hall, they're trying to flog programmes for £1.50 each. I sidestepped them with a 'maybe later' and now I'm through the door I can see why they're selling them at the front. The main thing in the programme -- the list of exhibitors and a map of stalls -- is available for free posted on several noticeboards. Canny like foxes, those ULCS guys.

GCHQ haven't shown up. Great. What scares me is the easel-on-an-easel madness of recruitment firms coming to a recruitment fair in order to recruit graduate recruits who will go on to a career in recruitment. There's something sick and wrong about that, somehow.

Sauntering down the aisles, one hand on the flick-knife in my pocket, I find myself surrounded by colour-coded backdrops and pearly-toothed frontmen for organisations with three-letter acronyms (TLAs, to those in the know), whose posters sprout verbiage like "consultancy", "finance" and "consultant financiery". It's all I can do to stop from breaking down and yelling "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU PEOPLE ACTUALLY DO?!!" The only reason I don't is because they'd answer. "We provide networked solutions to a broad-ranged client base in the IT and PR sectors." Or something.
Instead, I bide my time, smiling benignly at the buzzword-crazed leafleteers like a medical orderly in the violent ward. Some guy from the Chartered Institute of Marketing starts looking a little too closely at me and I fend him off with my best and most trustworthy weapon -- looking the other way.