A Day In The Life of Joe The Recruiter

I tend to wake up at about 6:40am. Usually it's to the sounds of my daughter shouting at my oldest son to "get out of the bloody bathroom" as she needs a wee. I decide it's a bit early in the day to tell her off for her light cursing.

I go downstairs and flick the kettle on. I pour a glass of water and neck it with 3 hayfever tablets. I toyed with three different types, and settled on having them all. I don't know if this is a good thing. I now start my morning challenge. A yoga move? Nope. My morning challenge is to try and empty the dishwasher before the kettle boils. I've achieved it twice in the last year, and chipped countless plates trying.

I take a tea up to my wife, who is getting the slippery snake of our three year old ready for nursery. He seems to have a way of dissolving himself into a puddle containing no bones when we try to dress him.

At this point my two older kids arrive downstairs. I stand back as they destroy the kitchen making their packed lunches. I could have made them both in a quarter of the time and made no mess, but I'm not allowed to, as "it's good for them to make their lunch" and "I always had to". I used to have school dinners, so I didn't. They make nasty sandwiches. They don't toast their bagels. Way too much butter. Horrible. I can't see how those are "good for them"

We all bicker for a while, then tell each other "love you, have a good day" and I'm off to work.

It's a 10 min walk to the office and I listen to podcasts about serial killers, to calm down.

I reach the office and make a bottle of fizzy water using a Soda Stream. I've read its bad for my teeth, but you can always get new teeth.

I fire up my PC and start looking through LinkedIn applications. Once I've sifted out the 200 people who work in pubs, restaurants or construction sites who want to apply for my £140k Finance Director role, it's time to get on the phone/ zoom. Before I know it, it's lunchtime.

For one week a month I go running at lunch. By the end of the week my body reminds me I'm 42, 6 foot 4 and 100kilos and my legs stop working. The next 3 weeks I limp and then start again.

The afternoon is about 6 hours long and feels like it goes by in 15 mins. My inbox fills up quickly in the afternoon as I'm doing a project with the US and they are waking up. I love being busy and hectic. I hate it when it's slow - so this is fun.

I get home between 7 and 8 usually. Often it's straight into the kitchen to tidy up the kids dinner whilst my wife does stories. Sometimes we swap. Depending on whether she has had a good day or needs to be locked in the kitchen and away from them. We eat on the sofa during the week. It's hard to find something my wife and I both want to watch, so we usually force something for an hour or so to spend time together, before admitting defeat. I put the football on and she goes upstairs to watch Schitt's Creek.

I bet my day is like your day!