He regretted his decision immediately.
Was it her inexplicable look of excitement? The surprisingly nimble way the old woman leapt from her office chair? Her impassioned rifling through that stacked file cabinet?
Or maybe it was all three…
“Fill these out. In triplicate, if you don’t mind,” the HR rep said, dropping a stack of papers.
But he did mind. He wanted a five-minute interaction. Tops. Filling out all this paperwork would have easily taken a half-hour.
“Then we’ll get to the interview portion.”
Forget it. Next time someone steals his yogurt from the office fridge, he’ll go buy another.
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