Goats in Mongolia

We’re hiring an editor for Mining Technology Today.

Carla, an Australian, has come for an interview.
In her beret and trench coat she looks like a spy.
A cool look, I think.

I study my list of interview questions.
“Can you tell me about a time you’ve learnt from a mistake?” I ask.

“A woman of genius makes no mistakes,” says Carla.
“Her errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.”

“Ah,” I say.

Her eyes are electric blue.

“How much do you know about mining technology?” I ask.

“I won’t lie to you, Magnus,” says Carla.
“I know fuck all about mining technology.”

Under the table, her foot gently taps mine.

I look back at my questions.
“What would your last boss say about you?” I ask.

Carla purses her lips. Frowns.

“He would howl rather than speak,” she says.
“I drove him insane, Magnus.
He’s living with goats in Mongolia.”

She smiles ruefully.

I can’t think of any more questions.