the prospect

Deep blue seas wash over the polished wood of the deck. Squinting, I turn my head to avoid the blinding glare of the sun. He turns to me, shouting something about the mainsail. I shrug, yawning from the remains of a nap, and slowly sip my icy drink, contemplating a swim. He laughs and calls my name. Again and again I hear my name and smiling sweetly, I-

“Lisa? I was asking where you see yourself in 10 years?” The recruiter smiles at me, puzzled, and I wonder how long I’ve been away.

Thud. Back to reality.

Is there any way to skip the interview process and just get right to work?