Pink Panties
So I was sitting at my desk, twiddling my thumbs when reception calls me. Now, I don't remember if I was supposed to greet that candidate, but that really doesn't matter now. I was eager to help out.
I go to greet her. First words in my mind were, "she's good looking. Not hot, but aiiiiight." We walk out of the reception area, I ask her if she found us okay, blah blah blah. With my best Vanna White move, I show her into the interview room. This whole time I was leading her, now she's infront of me; I am behind her. You can guess the rest from the title.
My brain goes, "Is it me or did she just get hotter?"
Now, you have to understand that I didn't mean to look. It's just that they were so pink. And the zipper was down all the way. Of course, all throughout the greeting & questioning all I could think about was pink.
No worries. We didn't let her leave like that. I did leave it up to T to tell her though.
I go to greet her. First words in my mind were, "she's good looking. Not hot, but aiiiiight." We walk out of the reception area, I ask her if she found us okay, blah blah blah. With my best Vanna White move, I show her into the interview room. This whole time I was leading her, now she's infront of me; I am behind her. You can guess the rest from the title.
My brain goes, "Is it me or did she just get hotter?"
Now, you have to understand that I didn't mean to look. It's just that they were so pink. And the zipper was down all the way. Of course, all throughout the greeting & questioning all I could think about was pink.
No worries. We didn't let her leave like that. I did leave it up to T to tell her though.
