Fiona
An envelope full of resumes arrived with my morning mail. It was from HR: the applications for my assistant position.
I had never been entrusted with this kind of responsibility before. Having someone who reported directly to me was a big deal. Honestly, it had me feeling like I’d finally “made it.” Gotten to actual boss status. Literally.
I was ready for it and excited. I had a million and a half ideas already for how I was going to make use of my new employee. My life at work was about to be a lot easier, once I got this person trained up exactly the way I wanted.
I counted the resumes before I started reading any of them. There were ten. A recruiter had pre-screened all the applications and deemed these the best.
They were all impressive. Ten well-educated people with in
