Question Number Eight

With spring approaching quickly and milk is upon the rise, our factory employs seasonal workers to resize, the employee pool to accommodate the milk intake, which means twenty-four by seven with such a lot at stake. The milk dryer needed packers and more cleaners on the floor. There’s a need for extra lab staff, truck drivers, and some more, ‘til with most positions filled, except one so it did seem. The warehouse needs another forklift driver for the team. Mick our production manager had from two nominees to pick. But must consider who was better; which one will do the trick, so in my control room we met to show me their régimes, and both of them were similar so had to find another way. Bjorn was Norwegian who is back packing for a year, while Murphy is an Irishman who has settled very near. And to try and solve the puzzle on who we think may be best, we came to a conclusion they should take a written test. So Mick prepared for both a twenty question simple quiz, hoping this would prove that one, is a better fork lift whiz. Mick sat them inside his office where he could watch the pair, as they gave answers to this company’s questionnaire. It’s never pretty telling folks they miss out on being hired. They can get very angry once they know they’re not required. I was ushered to the office once a decision’s made. The losing candidate was Murphy and he was quite dismayed. Mick explained to Muphy that from twenty questions asked. “Bjorn and you got nineteen right with the answers you both caste”. “Why did I lose?” Murphy whined. “It’s a case of being biased, seeing we got nineteen right; one more would be the highest”. “That’s your problem Murphy. The question you got wrong was eight, and after reading both your answers, here’s what sealed your fate”. Mick gave an explanation looking Murphy in the eye, “Bjorn’s answer was ‘I don’t know’ - and you wrote ‘neither do I”.