Then days come where hope smacks against the wall like an egg on Halloween night, all trick and no treat.
Truth be told, I trusted Betty scan the resumes. She trusted me to read them.
Trust and hope are a fucking brutal pair when jobs are on the line. Let me explain.
Meet Paul Folds. On paper, a genial sort of fellow. I approved him for interview after Darling and Natalie after Betty handed me his resume.
“This one has some library experience,” she said.
Without looking, I put his folder on the interview pile. Here is an excerpt from our conversation with Mr. Folds: