Pens.
Mountains and Mountains and Mountains of Pens! The interviewer could be a dirty italian, or a high powered brainiac from secret government lab, but give me those pens!
Free fair pens are curious weapons. When i buy a box of ball points, half of them don't work, a quarter of them are like my sense of humor; they work when you don't need it and dry up when you do. The last quarter of pens have a future as spitball cannons, stints, or nervous chew toys. But not free pens. Their sizes and shapes range from chunky munitions, to short carrots. But man, do they work! the smoothness, and the darkness. It's unmatched!
As you can tell from the picture, I have had many Quests for work. This week alone, i have two more interviews. Ill be honest, I'm stressing quite a bit. Imagine a squirrel on top of your head pulling your ears back, riding me like a war beast. When an interview approaches, I can't help anticipating the awkwardness, the questions, and even the imaginary answers I am going to have. I picture the 20 mins like an old DVD, and comb it over and over and try to make adjustments.
Slow emo music plays. A frazzled young asian male wanders into a small round, rubs his chin several times, screws a smile to his face, and starts answering for the future. His hand slowly reaches for the free pens.....
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