A Story for Anyone Who’d Do It All Over Again
Josh Mailer didn’t know that his company needed Vice President of Human Resources.
If he had, he probably wouldn’t have pulled the rooster boxers he’d just won on over his Dockers. Still—even as he sat down in the too bright second-floor office that he’d been called into as the Christmas Eve Happy Hour/Pie-Eating Contest broke up—he was sure this had to be a prank, retaliation for the mushroom seeds in everyone’s keyboards that had literally sprouted like mushrooms over Thanksgiving.
“Should I guess why I’m here?” Josh asked the placid-faced blond woman.…