A guy walks into a Starbucks for a job interview. No, this isn’t a setup for a joke. Ok, maybe it kind of is.
Interview time! What could possibly go wrong?
Job hunting guy is wearing his best khaki slacks and a well pressed shirt. Hiring guy seems really interested in what he has to say. This is going well. I mean really well.
“So,” hiring guy asks, “is there anything else you’d like to tell me about yourself?”
“Oh, sure,” job hunting guy says. “I can’t see myself ever moving away. I just love it here!”
“Um, you do realize this job requires moving to Chicago, right?” hiring guy says.
Yeah. I’m pretty sure I saw applications on the counter when I was picking up my drink. You know, in case you need a job.
And somewhere far off in the distance, a sad trombone wails its mournful melody.
Waa-waa-waa…
I’ve done this. I was the interviewee, not the interviewer. Still not a good choice. I got a job offer, didn’t take it.