Job interview

It's early Friday afternoon, and I'm interviewing for a job at a software company related to Google. On my way in, I hear this one lady going on about how she's so excited about this new dumpster outside - its contents get recycled using new in calorie-saving methods that are good for the environment.

I meet my interviewer, a man around 30 years old with black hair. He leads me up to a glass-enclosed meeting room on the 2nd floor with a long table down the middle. The table has white dry-erase boards on it. He asks me questions, and answer, like any standard interview. A the end, he asks, "do you have any questions?" I didn't have any in mind, so I asked him, "what's the most challenging part of this job?" He replies that the hardest part is googling through blogspaces. How trivial! Can he be serious? It's over, and I don't feel especially good or bad about the interview, but tell him anyway that I'm really excited to work there, and that this kind of work is right up my alley. He peels off a thin layer off of one whiteboard and gives it to me. It has some diagrams and drawings on it that I had drawn to illustrate concepts to him. He peels a layer off the other whiteboard with my essay on it (which he had commented was a little too long) rolls it up in a tube, and keeps for himself. I try to keep a casual appearance around him and talk to him like a friend after the interview. I ask him what he's doing for the rest of the day, and he says, "going home!" That must be pretty nice... it's 2pm on a Friday afternoon.

When I go back outside, I bring all the recycling and trash with me. There are too many bags, including some which are ripped, to handle non-awkardly, but I manage to get it all anyway. The woman is back and is soo excited about using the new recycling. We get outside on the lawn were there are 6 dumpsters, each for different purposes. I throw a bag into the first dumpster, only afterward realizing that I wasted a bag on the oldskool recycling method. I take my trash to the trash dumpster, noticing on the way past the new recycling dumpster that the bike I borrowed from the missionaries in Taiwan is suspended in the air.