We’re going to hire an employee at our top-secret architecture office. Isn’t that great? We’ve already got this one guy who comes in every once in a while and does a bunch of stuff but I’m not sure if we actually hired him or he just sort of showed up one day. His name is Scott and he is about as much fun as a barrel full of monkeys. Well maybe just a barrel with a single monkey in it, sleeping. But he is eager to learn and so far has proven himself to be an expert when it comes to cutting triangles out of corrugated plastic. An expert beyond compare, a corrugated-plastic-triangle-cutter of the highest stripe. However we are a forward-thinking outfit and have anticipated that the needs of our company will soon outstrip the antiquated ways of doing business that make the past such a quaint memory. So we scheduled a bunch of interviews and a succession of hopeful applicants filed into our office clutching portfolios and it sure was strange! For one thing we run a pretty informal place around here and it was alarming to see people showing up in business suits. I wanted to hire every one of them! They were so cute. There was a guy from Hong Kong that I particularly fell in love with, he was the best! His English was terrible and he was carrying a comically oversized portfolio, but it turned out to be beautiful and creative and elegant. He had a very earnest and stoic demeanor, which gave the impression that there was something tragic about him. He was wearing a black suit with a silver necktie, and at the end of the interview he carefully told us that he might have to leave the country soon due to complications with his visa. We asked him about his car and he told us he had taken the bus, and then he shook our hands and left.
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