The serious young man sat stock-still in the uncomfortable chair they'd provided for him. There was a slight shortness on the forward left arm that made the entire structure slightly off kilter and it would rock the chair with even the barest of movements. Tom wondered if it was deliberately set up that way to make any entrants uneasy and incapable of becoming comfortable thanks to the fact that every sound seemed to echo in the sterile and tiny interview room.
He refused to let any nervousness show but instead spent the time till his interviewer showed up counting the tiles on the wall in front of him. There were thirty-two rows down and almost twenty-six rows of stark white subway tile inlaid into the wall. To keep himself mental stimulated, Tom spent the time calculating how many tiles that would be and how many square feet the wall comprised. Unfortunately, time seemed to stretch on forever without any sight of his interviewer and the longer it took, the more anxious he became.
Were they doing this deliberately to see what he'd do? Was this another one of their tests to see how long he'd wait before taking a proactive role to see what was going on? Or was he just being paranoid? Tom couldn't tell and settled for reaching up to loosen the collar of his shirt so he could breathe more easily. The chair rocked treacherously and creaked something awful.
Tom-B292 | Halo
The serious young man sat stock-still in the uncomfortable chair they'd provided for him. There was a slight shortness on the forward left arm that made the entire structure slightly off kilter and it would rock the chair with even the barest of movements. Tom wondered if it was deliberately set up that way to make any entrants uneasy and incapable of becoming comfortable thanks to the fact that every sound seemed to echo in the sterile and tiny interview room.
He refused to let any nervousness show but instead spent the time till his interviewer showed up counting the tiles on the wall in front of him. There were thirty-two rows down and almost twenty-six rows of stark white subway tile inlaid into the wall. To keep himself mental stimulated, Tom spent the time calculating how many tiles that would be and how many square feet the wall comprised. Unfortunately, time seemed to stretch on forever without any sight of his interviewer and the longer it took, the more anxious he became.
Were they doing this deliberately to see what he'd do? Was this another one of their tests to see how long he'd wait before taking a proactive role to see what was going on? Or was he just being paranoid? Tom couldn't tell and settled for reaching up to loosen the collar of his shirt so he could breathe more easily. The chair rocked treacherously and creaked something awful.