Frank received an application online via his phone for the technician at the school. Not wanting to sort it out at that moment, he sent it to his personal assistant, Ricky, a.k.a the deputy head of middle school. "He isn't doing anything, lazy bastard," he muttered to himself, moving his attention back to the news. In the end, he got fed up and changed the channel to the sports. Football ((OoC: Soccer? If you're American)) was on. Liverpool vs Manchester United. Frank supported neither team, but he had time to kill. A few minutes later, he got a message from Ricky that the job interview was arranged for 1pm on Monday. As if he wanted to attend. He'd have to, at least to represent the school. He decided he might as well have a look. He didn't care for ages or names or genders, only the education. Well, he would, he's a teacher.