It's now time for just the terror with Nick Guerra.

Her paintings. Three years ago I was looking at the local job classifieds online when one of the ads caught my eye.

Not because of what it said, but because it said so little.

Best I remember, the ad just read job available good pay no benefits discretion required

it then listed an email address and that was all at the time I was managing a music store

but I had already started hearing rumors we would be shutting down within the next year, and the likelihood of a transfer to another store was slim.

I had been morosely looking at job listings for the last few days, but this was the first one that stood out,

if only because I was bored and it was weird.

So I sent an email.

Half an hour later, I had a response, telling me to go to a particular office building in an upscale part of the city at a precise time for my screening.

I went and after waiting for a few minutes in the lobby I was taken into an office where I was given a series of forms and questionnaires to fill out.

They collected them and told me they would be in touch.

I'd almost forgotten about the whole thing until a month later.

I got a call saying I had moved on to the second stage of the hiring process. I was again given an address

and time, and when I arrived, this time it was a different nice office park,

20 miles away from the first one, I was met by a man who introduced himself as Mr. Solomon.

He escorted me into a large room that contained a chair and a desk.

On the desk were two large monitors, a keyboard and a mouse, and a bolted down metal box with

two oversized buttons on it, one red and one green.

He told me this room was a model for the place I would be working if I took the job.

He described the job as follows. I would be working seven shifts of six hours every week.

My job would be simple. I would arrive at work 10 minutes early and enter an outer area that was like a locker room.

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