Post by tess on Mar 19, 2013 7:48:28 GMT -8
Tess sat at her desk rubbing her temples. She had four job interviews scheduled for 8am, and it was now 11 and all she had to show for it were 3 "Don't Call Us, We'll Call You"s and 1 detainee.
There was the doe eyed young girl from Massachusetts. Highly qualified, excellent resources. Like Tess, she had a background in journalism, unlike Tess is was in actual investigative journalism not tabloid conspiracy rags. She seemed well organized, inquisitive, thoughtful, eager, everything Tess was looking for in an administrative assistant. Her only fault was that she was the first interview of the day and was too nervous to talk slowly or at an appropriate volume the morning after margaritas with Shay and the gang. And that laugh. Oh God that laugh. It was like a cacophonous murder of crows holding fights to the death between Tess's temples. No. She wouldn't do at all.
Then there was the up and coming young man from California. MBA from Standford. Far too qualified to be applying for what was essentially a glorified secretary position. Had the economy suffered such a severe downturn? After just five minutes of hearing the man speak, Tess decided to play "Corporate Speak Bingo" in her head to keep herself entertained. Think outside the box. Check. Synergy. Check. Shifting paradigms. Check. Tess had gotten close to a bingo when the man finally, mercifully, stopped talking. She thanked him for his time and sent him on his way.
Tess had to give the third applicant credit. She had gotten past the first wave of applications before Tess had her pegged for a Dragon infiltrator. The name on the application was an anagram of a known alias of a hacker known for corporate espionage. A hacker with ties to the Dragon. Two of her references were fronts for known Dragon cells. Not easy information to find but sloppy nonetheless. Tess scheduled her for an interview and when she showed up security detained her. They found an anima powered electronic device on her person. Tess let security decide what to do with her. She just hoped that the Dragon predictive models didn't involve this woman getting caught on purpose.
The final applicant was perfectly polite, for a smiling sycophantic Yesman. Tess found herself having to lead him through the interview. It was clear that he was working very hard not to offend her, probing the line of questioning until he found the most desirable answer for Tess. So eager to please, it was like he didn't have one original thought in his head. Well, from the way he was staring at her chest there was at least one thought, but it was hardly original. The interview went as expected: Uninspiring and fruitless. Tess saw him out and went back to her desk and let out a heavy sigh
She took a moment to look at her inbox and winced. How could so many messages pile up in just one day? Even with the PIT crew working as a filtration system it was astounding how much still got through to her, and how much of it was things that didn't actually require her attention. Mila must have had anima powered bullshit detectors or something. Hiring outside wasn't the answer. She needed someone who knew Ægir, who had been here a while and who had worked with Mila. There were many qualified agents who would be excellent at the job, but the position would honestly be a step down for them. No, she wanted someone who would be happy for the position, who wouldn't just see this as a temporary stepping stone for career advancement. Someone like...
It hit her. She picked up the intercom.
"It's Tess. Can you put Lucy Randall on please? Hi, Lucy. Tess. Can I see you in my office? No. No. You're not in trouble. Yes. Yes I did get the card, it was very sweet thank you. No. No. Lucy. Lucy! Listen please? It's about a job offer..."
There was the doe eyed young girl from Massachusetts. Highly qualified, excellent resources. Like Tess, she had a background in journalism, unlike Tess is was in actual investigative journalism not tabloid conspiracy rags. She seemed well organized, inquisitive, thoughtful, eager, everything Tess was looking for in an administrative assistant. Her only fault was that she was the first interview of the day and was too nervous to talk slowly or at an appropriate volume the morning after margaritas with Shay and the gang. And that laugh. Oh God that laugh. It was like a cacophonous murder of crows holding fights to the death between Tess's temples. No. She wouldn't do at all.
Then there was the up and coming young man from California. MBA from Standford. Far too qualified to be applying for what was essentially a glorified secretary position. Had the economy suffered such a severe downturn? After just five minutes of hearing the man speak, Tess decided to play "Corporate Speak Bingo" in her head to keep herself entertained. Think outside the box. Check. Synergy. Check. Shifting paradigms. Check. Tess had gotten close to a bingo when the man finally, mercifully, stopped talking. She thanked him for his time and sent him on his way.
Tess had to give the third applicant credit. She had gotten past the first wave of applications before Tess had her pegged for a Dragon infiltrator. The name on the application was an anagram of a known alias of a hacker known for corporate espionage. A hacker with ties to the Dragon. Two of her references were fronts for known Dragon cells. Not easy information to find but sloppy nonetheless. Tess scheduled her for an interview and when she showed up security detained her. They found an anima powered electronic device on her person. Tess let security decide what to do with her. She just hoped that the Dragon predictive models didn't involve this woman getting caught on purpose.
The final applicant was perfectly polite, for a smiling sycophantic Yesman. Tess found herself having to lead him through the interview. It was clear that he was working very hard not to offend her, probing the line of questioning until he found the most desirable answer for Tess. So eager to please, it was like he didn't have one original thought in his head. Well, from the way he was staring at her chest there was at least one thought, but it was hardly original. The interview went as expected: Uninspiring and fruitless. Tess saw him out and went back to her desk and let out a heavy sigh
She took a moment to look at her inbox and winced. How could so many messages pile up in just one day? Even with the PIT crew working as a filtration system it was astounding how much still got through to her, and how much of it was things that didn't actually require her attention. Mila must have had anima powered bullshit detectors or something. Hiring outside wasn't the answer. She needed someone who knew Ægir, who had been here a while and who had worked with Mila. There were many qualified agents who would be excellent at the job, but the position would honestly be a step down for them. No, she wanted someone who would be happy for the position, who wouldn't just see this as a temporary stepping stone for career advancement. Someone like...
It hit her. She picked up the intercom.
"It's Tess. Can you put Lucy Randall on please? Hi, Lucy. Tess. Can I see you in my office? No. No. You're not in trouble. Yes. Yes I did get the card, it was very sweet thank you. No. No. Lucy. Lucy! Listen please? It's about a job offer..."