When I was desperate to apply for a courier job, I only asked two sentences in the interview: "Can you stay up late?" "Are you afraid of the dark?" I was accepted on the spot and received five insurances and one housing fund.
Only after joining the company did I realize that the recipients were all dead.
The first customer was a female ghost who had been waiting in the elevator for twenty years for Mala Tang. I paid for a takeout out of my own pocket and shouted to the elevator: "XX takeaway, could you please sign for it and give me a five-star review?"
She really gave it.
