Actually, this is not a joke, this just happened yesterday.
So, as I was saying, a man in a satin-collared, black tuxedo walks in for an interview and my head immediately started to spin. The scent of cheap Rite-Aid cologne was dizzying and unfortunately I hadn't had my lunch yet. I despise the smell of cheap cologne. It doesn't really even smell like anything except alcohol, old leather belts, and if flowers could dump - it would be mixed with what I would call - floral shit.
As I sat down across "Tux", I noticed a familiar look in his eyes. I know "the look" since I often had "the look" when I was younger. Tux looked stoned.
I composed myself, trying desperately not to faint. I stared at Tux and decided to continue on, as the man did drive stoned through 405 traffic. The interview went something like this -
Me: So, xxxxxxx, tell me a little about yourself.
Tux: Ummm, I don't know... I'm detail oriented.
Me: Ok, give me an example of what you have done, or what you do which would allow you to think that you are a detail oriented person.
Tux: I always look sharp!
Me: Sharp? Pardon me, what does that mean?
Tux: You know, I always look good.
Me: Right...
Fast forward -
Me: What are you looking for in a company?
Tux: Work ethic.
Me: I mean, what are you looking for in a company?
Tux: You mean like any company?
Me: Sure.
Tux: I don't know.
HIRED!!!
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