Send him home

You realize he isn't worth the effort. Despite his attempts at insulting you, you wish him luck with a smile and send him out the door.

"Wow I can't believe I drove all the way across town this early in the morning for this shit!" he says and storms out the door. You try and wish him luck in the future but you don't think he heard you over the sound of his own swearing.

You sit on the edge of your desk, playfully kicking your feet in front of you as your orange platform shoes dangle from your toes. Your next interview isn't for 25 minutes, time enough to rub out a quickie. Lord knows you're already dressed for it.