I sit down in the morning, scratching the fluid and not touching anyone. At half ten a.m. a favorite boss calls on his cell phone.

- Hear, there, up to ten people will jump to the interview. Let’s go, get a cockpit. You know what to do, I don’t teach you.

A few words about how we conduct interviews. We don't have that you go through many stages, each of which you need to like everyone, from the general manager to the cat living at the guard. It is easier. You are invited, you fill out a small questionnaire on the A4 sheet, communicate with hr, then immediately with someone of the specialists on your profile and all. At the end of the questionnaire there are two columns, where they leave feedback about the candidate. We have an open vacancy in the department for six months, which will not be closed, so I and my colleagues periodically go to communicate with applicants, but so far unsuccessfully.

I called the staff department, they say, yes, there is a candidate, and I am waiting for half-on-one. She went until she issued him a pass to the main territory and went to an interview.

I come. A young man is sitting. HR says everything is fine and puts his visa in the questionnaire. I take the "victim" with me and go on a tour, reading the questionnaire. 34 years old (look younger), the education is profile, there is work experience. I begin to figure out how. At first I was embarrassed (I’m sure I was beaten up by my non-earthly beauty, he-he), but then I spoke. And the more we talk, the more clearly I understand that he has to be taken straight and dragged to us, because the candidate is ideal. And the most interesting thing is that he is happy too.

She called the boss, pleased him, and he says it will be in the afternoon. The candidate, he says, let go, it will not go anywhere. Well, okay, I took a man out, went out to lunch myself.

At three o’clock the boss calls. I bring the questionnaire and say, the applicant is ideal - we will introduce him into the course of affairs in a week and a specialist will be ready. And the boss looks at the questionnaire, looks at it, and says no, we won’t take it. I am standing like a fool with the eyes of a cowboy.

“Look at yourself,” says the boss and ticks his finger into the questionnaire. He is 34 years old, right? He has no car, he has no right. Every normal man has rights. If he is not right, then he is either crazy or sick. Such are not needed. Let us continue to search.

I went back to work and told my colleagues about the circle. And they calmly say that the boss is right. Cars may not be, but the right is an indicator. There is no reason to think that a person has a problem.