“It says here you worked in a call center before.”
“Yes, sir,” Leonard said. He stared at a large potted plant in the corner of the office.
The interviewer kept muttering “Good, good.” He kept staring at the resume.
“Definitely learned a lot there,” Leonard added, trying to pry his eyes away from the plant.
“Yes? Excellent,” the interviewer said. Then back again to “Good, good.” His muttering was barely audible.
Leonard tried to turn his head. The skull would move, the neck, the tongue, the nose, and so on. The eyes would not. He would twist his head away from the plant, but his eyes remained preoccupied with the small tree.
“Would you describe yourself as detail oriented?”
“Definitely,” Leonard said. He examined the cracked terracotta earthenware. How long until the pot exploded under the weight of its own soil?
The interviewer cleared his throat. Leonard was sure this was the part where they should look eye to eye. “Hold his gaze,” Leonard thought to himself. “This man is dangling part time employment in front of you, hold his gaze.”
But he could not pull his eyes from the potted plant. It wasn’t his fault. It was the drugs.