I just spent my entire 30 minute lunch listening to this man describe in excruciating detail his clerical/customer service job, down to a play-by-play of the morning including precisely how many emails he got, what he talked about on the phone with so-and-so, how frustrated Wendy was with her spreadsheet…. every. single. minutiae.  He keeps saying “funny story” and adding something equally boring.  He hasn’t paused talking long enough for the woman he’s eating lunch with to say a single thing the entire time.

I am not sure if I hate him because he’s awful or because he’s basically me.  I feel so bad for her.

And then the kicker, as I’m gathering up my things to leave, he asks her a question that reveals that this lunch is a job interview.  For her.  He is interviewing her.