You had gone through atleast fifteen applicants, all equally as dissapointing as the next. You needed someone with drive - someone who would keep out of your way but pick up slack. You needed someone who wouldn't give up when the work got too tough, when your orders got too pressing... You had run out of applications, sitting silently at your desk as your fingertips rapped rhythmically against the wood. You were at a loss - already behind on your work and.. without the help, you wouldn't get anything truly done until atleast another month or so.

A knock at your door rung throughout your office, a meek young woman opening it after you ordered her in. She stood around in the doorway, tucking a small folder to her chest - most likely her CV and references.

“Hi, is this..” She looked back out into the hallway, noticing there was no one else waiting. “Are the interviews still going?” She asked timidly. She was late. Not by a lot, but enough that the deadline for accepting applications was already past. She was already dissapointing.