Is that blogging? Stop That.

Do you think they ever accidentally call someone middle-aged for interview at Connected Ventures? Like a slightly paunchy, balding guy arrives at the front office in a bad suit and everyone kind of looks at him in confusion? The girl on the desk can’t stop staring at his mottled, glistening forehead. Finds herself unable to answer any of his questions. Eventually Ricky sees him wandering around nervously and manages to swallow back his discomfort enough to establish that there’s been some sort of mistake, that they’ve asked someone over thirty in to see about their accountant position. And he invites him into his office just to put a good face on the whole thing but why the damn hell aren’t people required to put their age on their résumé? Saving everybody embarrassment? And all the guys in the main office sit there feeling antsy and a little nauseous and peeking through the glass until Ricky shows the guy out fifteen minutes later nodding all friendly-like. Everyone heaves a huge sigh of relief as the pale, ugly old man leaves. They play beer-pong and high-five all afternoon to try and get over the shock of it.