It was a bright Monday morning. The office of a growing company was buzzing with activity. Applicants filled the waiting room. Some were revising notes. Some were practicing interview answers. Some were praying so hard that even the angels were getting nervous. And among them sat Tunde. Now Tunde had prepared for this interview for weeks. He had practiced in the mirror. Practiced with friends. Practiced with his dog. Nothing could go wrong. Or so he thought. 😭 When his turn finally came, the receptionist smiled. "Good morning, sir." "Good morning." "The interview panel is running late." "Oh." "But please wait in Meeting Room B." Simple. Easy. Harmless. 😭🤣 Tunde entered Meeting Room B. The room was empty. A large table sat in the middle. Several chairs surrounded it. And on the table was a folder labeled: INTERVIEW PANEL 😳 Tunde stared at it. Long silence. Then curiosity attacked him. A powerful curiosity. The type that has destroyed many lives. 😭😂 He opened the folder. Inside were interview questions. Lots of them. Professional questions. Serious questions. Immediately, Tunde had an idea. A terrible idea. "What if I rehearse one last time?" He sat at the head of the table. Cleared his throat. And began pretending to be the interviewer. "Good morning, Mr. Tunde." Then he switched seats. "Good morning, sir." Switched back. "Tell us about yourself." Switched again. "Thank you for this opportunity." 😭🤣 For ten minutes, he continued. Moving from chair to chair. Playing every role. HR manager. Department head. Applicant. An entire company. By himself. 😳 Then things escalated. He became more dramatic. "Why should we hire you?" "Because I am hardworking, dedicated, and capable of growth." "Interesting." "Thank you." "Can you work under pressure?" "Absolutely." "Prove it." 😭🤣 At this point, Tunde was arguing with himself professionally. Completely alone. Or so he thought. Because... The actual interview panel had arrived. 😳😳😳 And they had been standing quietly at the door for three full minutes. Watching everything. Every chair change. Every voice. Every personality. 😭😭😭 Nobody said a word. They simply watched. Like people observing a rare animal in the wild. Finally, Tunde switched seats again and declared: "I believe I am the best candidate." A voice came from the doorway. "We noticed." Dead silence. Absolute silence. The type of silence that can be heard. 😭🤣 Slowly... Very slowly... Tunde turned around. The entire panel was standing there. HR manager. Director. Department head. All staring at him. One was holding a notebook. Another was trying not to laugh. The director had completely given up and was already crying. 🤣🤣🤣 Tunde's soul immediately resigned. Effective immediately. Without notice. 😭 The HR manager wiped tears from her eyes. "Please continue." The director nodded. "Yes. We were enjoying the interview." The room exploded. Even the panel members were laughing uncontrollably. Tunde covered his face. "This is not how I planned today." The director pointed at the chair. "Actually..." Still laughing... "...you already answered half our questions." 😭🤣 The HR manager checked her notes. "You seem hardworking." The department head nodded. "And surprisingly honest." The director smiled. "Also, your interview performance was excellent." Tunde blinked. "What?" The director shrugged. "You convinced yourself." 🤣🤣🤣 That finished everybody. The room descended into complete chaos. Even the receptionist came to see what was happening. By the end of the day, Tunde got the job. Not because he was perfect. Not because he had the best qualifications. But because nobody could remember the last time they had seen someone conduct an entire interview panel alone. And for years afterward, employees would tell new recruits: "Before you arrived, one guy interviewed himself and got hired." 😂🎤💼
