to discourage absence and to check whether you’d been—what was the word?—ah yes, skiving.
Those people didn’t have Bob as a boss, however. Only the section managers reported to Bob.
I was one of them now, the Praetorian Guard, the elect. Bob was an odd kind of emperor, though.
He stood up and kissed me on the cheek, and while he hugged me, his little potbelly pressed against me and made me want to laugh.
He patted my back a few times. The whole thing was excruciatingly embarrassing, but really, really nice.
He made me a cup of tea and fussed around with biscuits, making sure I was comfortable.
“Now then, this interview. It’s nothing to worry about, Eleanor, a formality—
HR gives me a hard time if I don’t do these things, you know what it’s like.”
He made a face. “We just need to ticky boxy” (what?) “and sign the form, and then I’ll let you get back to it.”
He was slurping from a mug of coffee and had spilled some down his shirtfront.
Bob wore thin shirts, a vest visible beneath, which added to the overall impression of an overgrown schoolboy.
We went through a list of insultingly banal prescribed questions from a form.
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