Tropical Depression: One small story: from beginning to end. The interview: 1: Why do you want to work in the snail lab? 2: I have always loved snails. When I was a little girl my mother wouldn't let me have any pets. I would go out in the neighborhood and collect snails and bring them home, begging her to let me have them as pets. She let me keep them outside, and I would feed them lettuce. My friend and I would compete over who could get the most snails. 1: Cool. Can you count to ten? 2: yes. 1: over and over? 2: yes. 1: repetitively? Sometimes for hours? 2: yes. 1: it can be boring. 2: that's ok. 1: because that's what this job is. 2: ok. 1: and following strict procedure. 2: ok. 1: do you like hiking? 2: yes. [note: she actually doesn't] 1: do you have anything else you want to say? 2: no, not really. 1: I expect you to be here on time when you tell me you will be here. 2: ok. 1: ok. I'll call you.
