Mr.prettypalms made his way upstairs to his office. He had some matters to attend to -

including getting the word out to, even to the rival store, just down the street, to not hire a certain stockboy.  Not that the pimply-faced little geek did or said anything inappropriate.  It was just that, he didn't like the kid.  He didn't like the boy's ... well, world view - it was written all over his acned face.  Anyone, with any brains could tell, and with no words spoken, exactly where the boy was coming from.  Yes, just like, UGH! blondie - except, at least pimply-pete had some proper social graces about him.  

On the other hand, blondie was trouble waiting to happen.  Discernment, (from below) he had caught the facial expression from someone walking nearby, when blondie had her outburst.  The old guy had smiled, then casually, but quickly shambled out.  Ya know, as they say, "See something, say something."  Which was precisely what mr.smoothpalms was going to do - that was, had he not been interrupted by an argument coming from the breakroom.

Those two had to go too.  And that nitwit in hr, wasn't doing her job.  Skimping on the background checks, obviously.  The two in the breakroom, had evidently been lovers - the one hired first, had pulled some strings to get the other on-board.  He'd seen it too many times before: one partner, getting the other partner in, and getting the bonus.  Well, obvious to say, one of the partners wanted a part-time diversion; that didn't bode too well with the other.

Why people took other people so seriously, smoothpalms, let out a huff, wasn't worth it.  Wasn't worth the inevitable drama - especially since one or more of the parties became tangled in relationships, became stupidly possessive.   Why would anyone care to, for even a few weeks - let alone, months, deny themselves ... uh, variety.