The candidate has top marks, as does her competitor.
The two confidently turned their rounds in the application process for the trainee career.
It's head to head, the head of personnel complains indiscreetly in the circle of friends, they are both technically good, but human - well.
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"Take them with you to mini-golf and you will see how they really are," suggests the friend.
Such a small place with garden gnome, geranium and pennant kitsch brings great insights.
On vacation she experienced the following through extensive field studies: Cliques appearing harmoniously become more controversial from lane to lane, with cheeky marginal remarks they unsettle their teammates so that the treacherous ball refuses the seesaw, surrenders to the three cones and for the third time in a row flies out of the loop. Worst of all, she says, were the two middle-aged men: “Ha, you missed the mark! Now you have to give power! Always slow, hit more gently! Your angle is too big! You're in trouble again! Just next to it is also over! Your left spin doesn't do anything! ”The group of thugs gleefully delights at how the other's point accounts grow. "Hole-in-one - just for fun!", The show-off celebrates his super shot.
One is a bad loser, sometimes it's the gust of wind, sometimes the track is crooked, sometimes it's the wrong ball, because the blue one rolls better than the red one, and as a left-hander he is worse off anyway.
“Tell me, are you the same as the boss?” The biggest verbal aggressor is asked at the end.
“How?” He wants to know, puzzled.
"Well, know-it-all, unempathetic and envious."
Perhaps it is worth considering making the final round of applications for mini golf.
In the column Nine to Five, changing authors write about curiosities from everyday life in the office and university