Hired a guy for our team who had a perfect resume, nailed the interview, had great references. But something felt off the entire time. Nothing I could point to, no red flags on paper, just a gut feeling I kept dismissing because everything checked out logically.

Three months in we found out he had been copying our internal processes and client data and was quietly building a competing operation on the side using our own systems.

The part that stuck with me was that every single person on the hiring panel felt the same unease and nobody said anything because nobody wanted to be the one to reject a perfect candidate on vibes alone.

Now I have a rule. If someone cannot explain why something feels wrong, that is fine. The feeling still gets a seat at the table. Intuition is just pattern recognition your brain has not converted into words yet.

Americas 'president' right now.

Ok, I know this might be [messed] up, but when I lived in an apartment building with an elevator, I would often leave things in the elevator shaft just to mess with the maintenance guy.

It started because I knew he was superstitious and paranoid and he had been a total [jerk] to my female roommate and asked her for an “alternative payment” in exchange for him fixing our fireplace.

So... Yeah.

I used to leave things just to mess with him around the apartment complex.

In the elevator shaft, I left a pentagram circled by candles, and in the middle of it I put a porcelain doll and two knives I had used to clean chickens and deer, still with blood on them.

Beneath the stairs on the first floor, there was an empty space he would store tools behind a metal door. In the far back corner, behind tools he rarely moved, I put a small mattress and some old Polaroids I bought at an estate sale... Scratched out the eyes and faces on some of them... So he thought someone was living under the stairs.

On the roof of the building, by the AC units, I left a copy of the Satanic Bible that I got from some girl I had met on Tinder and slept with. (She tried to convert me to Satanism and I was perfectly happy being a non-believer in all religions).

So the story the maintenance guy told our Landlord was that there was a Satanic witch squatting under the stairs and performing rituals and practicing witchcraft in the elevator shaft.

I moved out with my girlfriend soon after that. But my old roommate said she heard from the landlord that the maintenance guy moved out of the building and the landlord figured out it was me shortly after I moved out. The landlord thought it was hilarious.

I am not an elevator maintenance person, but I have been in dozens of elevator shafts for work. Anyway, the elevator shafts must be cleared to ensure that there aren’t any explosive devices. Basically, any place that POTUS or the VIP will go needs to be checked out. I’ve done a fair amount of “elevator surfing”, which is riding on top of the car.

The weirdest (and funniest) thing I’ve seen was a 12 inch (around that height) Superman figurine that had its feet glued to the top of the elevator. The head was slightly tilted back and the arms were pointed upwards so it appeared like Superman was flying up, up, and away! whenever the elevator was in use. I have a picture of it saved on an external hard drive somewhere. That was hilarious.