My friend Abigail sent her resume to a recruiter in response to a job ad, and she got a call back. She and the recruiter had a nice talk. The recruiter invited Abigail to a face-to-face interview about a week in the future.

Abigail wasn’t working at the time, so she didn’t have to worry about leaving work to get to the job interview. She got up early and exercised on the interview day. She painted her nails and felt great getting into her car to drive to the interview location.

Abigail got to the interview location and found a parking space. She walked up to the main entrance and saw a glass door with a huge crack in it, padlocked shut. A massive mound of cigarette butts lay in front of the glass door.

Evidently the main entrance to the building was also the designated smoking area, and no one had emptied the ash receptacle in months.

Abigail walked around the building looking for another 

Abigail walked around the building looking for another way in. A door in the back was propped open with a fifty-five gallon drum. Abigail poked her head in the open door. “Hello?” she called. No one answered. All she could see through the open door was darkness.

“This is too much like every  horror movie I’ve ever seen,” she thought. “Who works in a place like this, and who invites you to an interview without telling you how to get into the building?” She didn’t go in. Abigail dialed the recruiter’s number from the parking lot, but the recruiter didn’t pick up her phone.

Abigail got in her car and went home.

Later she heard from the recruiter. “What happened to you yesterday?” the recruiter asked Abigail. “I got to the building, the front door was locked as well as broken, there were cigarette butts everywhere and no sign of how to get in,” she said.