I ran into this bloke in the pub last week. I had not seen him since we left architecture school but there had been rumours of a brilliant career and a sort of partnership thing somewhere abroad. Fast tracker.He was back now and looking for a job, he said, but he wasn't exactly desperate.
This stint in the great metropolis could well be rest and recreation before more exciting things abroad. Still, it was worth testing the water.
Rather too casually, it seemed in retrospect, he wondered if I would give him a reference.
Me, I am happy to give references at the drop of a hat along the lines of without this bloke the Wheel/Dome/ whatever would never have got off the ground. So I took his details and wrote a 'to whom it may concern'and posted it off to him.
This morning, chaining the bike at the front of the office, I nearly got my nose wedged in the derailleurs. There inside the partners' window was the bloke whose attributes I had discussed in great detail that night in the pub, in double cuffs and a suit, chatting knowingly to the jerk new third partner.
Inside, the jerk accosts me loftily and I get all this stuff about how lucky I am to know such an obviously terrific guy and how it is my task to show him the ropes because he is going to be running the project I had privately earmarked formoi . What do I do - explain I don't know the bloke from Adam?