"Next."

My tone turns reprimanding as a result of yet another failed interviewee.

I pass a brief sigh, trying my hardest not to roll my eyes back. Watching as another one of the continuous individuals walk into the room.

A woman comes in and hands me her resumé, flashing an overly bright small smile across her face. It burns my eyes.

Not bothered to greet her, my arm extends to grab the paper, quickly skimming over the facts and what not before starting.

"So, why is it that you want to work here."