Someone waved vigorously at two computer technicians as they returned from lunch. “Wasn’t that Harlowe?” “Yeah, he’s cool. Say, Sammohini…” the older technician, Hank, looked made sure no one was around before continuing, “how good are you at keeping secrets?” “Well, certainly not if it’s bad, unethical, or illegal! But, I mean, if it doesn’t hurt anyone, I guess it’s OK, so, I guess good…” “…Want an easy side job? The work’s clean and clear.”
“Yeah, and I can even cover it with artificial grass.”
Why did she tag along for this car buying adventure, again? Jim was often musing aloud as he drove the delivery truck: “If we go in 50/50, I’ll fix it up, we can sell it, split it 50/50, and we’ll get some quick cash.” It was boredom. Open mic was full tonight.
“Would we need to… mow it?”
The seller took the snide question in stride.
[Story 3 of 3 – Beginning]
“First, let’s stop by Linda’s.”
They wheeled the freshly-rebuilt computer over to their manager’s open door.
“Hey Linda, got a minute?”
“Sure thing, Rockstar. What’s on your mind?”
Hank leaned up against the door frame and Sammohini stepped into sight.
“This’s that computer we got your approval on. She’s gonna be ornery.”
“Sounds like it. I trust you both. Call me if you need reinforcements.”
Henry stood at attention, saluted, and they departed into battle.
[Story 2 of 3 – Beginning]
They wheeled their three found computers back from the scrap bin.
“What did you mean earlier that she wouldn’t be happy with this?”
The older technician sighed and subconsciously pushed the cart faster.
“Well, she wants a laptop instead of a desktop. Wouldn’t matter if we got her the best desktop ever, it can’t go to meetings or anything. Besides, that’d be against policy for anyone besides management. Lisa even gave up her laptop!”
[Story 1 of 3]
“IT, this is Sam!”
“This is Brenda in Accounting. My computer keeps failing on me!”
During their phone call, Sam couldn’t determine the root cause of the issue with the ailing computer. She would need assistance from her team and dedicated time to troubleshoot the issue at the workbench.
“I’ll get a loaner laptop over to you in the meantime.”
“Great! Just haul this piece of junk away! I don’t wanna see it ever again!”
“Thanks for joining us today, Jane, was it?”
Jane sat across a small table from a reasonably-dressed hiring manager. She couldn’t help but notice that most of his attention was at the glass wall behind her.
“Yes. Here’s my resume, too.”
The well-dressed professional gave him one resume and placed another on the table in front of the empty seat to her right.
“Thanks. Well, George is running late again… so let’s jump right in.”
“Thanks for inviting me over, Sammohini. I’ve been wanting to talk to you one-on-one, well, with cute little Allie Pally here, too, for a while.”
Both childhood friends adjusted as the baby fussed, crawled out of the guest’s lap, and returning to her mother.
“It’s been too long! Right, huh? You haven’t seen Auntie Jane-y in a while? Have you?”
They both smiled. Jane wanted to smile, but there was too much on her mind.
The 5-person panel interview at the Department of Revenue was going ‘excellent’ and ‘alright’ simultaneously. Everyone flipped between either word for every answer. Jane was having trouble reading the expressions of the two potential teammates, hiring manager, and two customers when she heard the strangest interview question of her career: “If my team were a farm, what barnyard animal would you be, and why?” She’d brushed up on any applicable modern technology, but nothing agricultural.
She too arrived early for the most important interview of her career. Her mind raced during the overwhelming drive to the stately building. No meditation training helped ease the anxiety, which bled onto the receptionist’s desk. “H-H-Hi, I’m here for an interview with,” she checked her paperwork, “M-Marissa Desta and… Z-Zheng Harper.” “Yes. Can I see your ID, miss?” After blundering through innocent answers, she had a temporary badge, and a seat by the window.
“OK, Jane. We have time for one more question.”
“What’s the successful candidate look like in this role? What should I focus on to prevent myself from being unsuccessful?”
“Well, lemme tell you about the old guy. What a lazy bum! Couldn’t do nothing! He couldn’t understand anything we’d give ‘im! We’d tell him repeatedly how to do his assigned work and he’d seem to just forget! Stay away from the guy you are replacing!”