When your work-life floweth over. — A story in 100 words.
He hated this shit:
“Where do you see yourself in five years?”
“What?”
“What are your career goals?”
“I guess I never really thought about it.”
“Well, you should, don’t you think?”
“Yea. I guess …”
She interrupted him: “I want to be in a corner office by the time I’m 35.”
“That’s cool,” as he waited for the right time to ask.
“Cool?”
“Yes, cool. I didn’t expect matching on Hinge was gonna be a fuckin’ job interview too. Please pass the ketchup?”
“Dating is like the most extreme interview.”
“For you, yes.”
Pointing to her right: “Ketchup. Please.”