The finale to the last part of my previous post. So after being stalked, I gave in and allowed the dude 15 minutes of my time to discuss his experience with me. I scheduled a time for him to come in today, and when he arrived, I got a call from my receptionist letting me know he was here. I sent her an instant message to get the scoop on him before I went to the lobby and since he couldn't tell what she was doing, she told me.
First of all, he asked for Ms. Spankya. I knew it, he's in love with me! Whatever kind of interview he thought he was coming on (seriously, that wasn't an intentional pun,)today probably didn't turn out the way it did in his wild fantasies. FREAK!
Anyway, so he shows up dressed pretty professional. Nice loafers, dress slacks, white button down with a sportcoat, but his white shirt was totally untucked. That easy-going, cool, milk chocolate GQ look didn't really flow well. But the kicker is...GUM. GUM! I'll admit that I've sat in a lobby of an interview or an important meeting with gum in my mouth and I have almost died trying to swallow it in time. Okay, so that's one thing if you forget and are trying to conceal it. It's another when you're chewing it like nobody's business. But it's the absolute best when he asks..."I'm sorry, do you mind my gum?" Of course I totally lied and said it was fine. "Okay good. I didn't know if my smacking was getting on your nerves or not."
...And we've got a winner!
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