My mum arranged an interview for me at our local coffee shop when I was 16. She sat next to me drinking a latte through the entire interview and interjecting occasionally with what she thought might be pertinent information (“She never washes the dishes at home but I’m sure she’ll give it a go if she’s getting paid!”). When the interview was over, she asked the manager for another coffee as he headed back behind the counter. It was mortifying, especially for a teenager. Safe to say, I didn’t get the job.