The guy is a professional working in financial services but can't manage to find himself a place to live without his mammy's friend's help? Strange...
I use to work in recruitment and use to hate when the mammies rang looking for jobs for their sons. We coined the phrase some sons do have 'em.
One guy who was working in the UK sent his application in late twice, another application was lost in the post.
He finally got an interview but missed his flight.
His mother always blamed me. Why was I so strict with deadlines? Did I not realise he was working hard everyday.
Who exactly lost her son's application form, because An Post didn't have it so I must have mislaid it.
Why couldn't the interview board reconvene another day?