Two showers

It’s not 10 am quite yet and I have had two showers. The first was a hasty wash and shave after a phone call from a colleague. There was a summer camp applicant in his office, a walk-in, could I come speak to her? No. I was working from home. Can you speak to her on the phone then? Telephone interview, especially with people whose first language is not English, is fraught with perils. I don’t like them. Being the dutiful lad that I am, I hit the shower and scraped the two-days growth off my goateed face. The interview … Continue reading Two showers