The New Job and The Manager

Well people, the suspense is over, you can release those breaths you held in for my benefit. I officially have myself a job! I’m going to be doing something i am already oh so familiar with, delivering pizzas. For round table pizza, specifically.

To be honest, I was a little bit worried when I went in. I walked up, manager was on the phone and asked me to wait a second, and at the time I was pretty sure she recognized me. Well I’m sitting there, twiddling my thumbs while I wait and 4 more people walk in, all asking about interviews. And all 4 get told theres no interviews today…. well fuck. So I walk on up, wait til she’s off the phone and ask her about it. And get told. “No no no, I asked you back today specifically so I could give you an interview.”

Well fuck yes, now I’m excited. Cause that answers sounds almost to me as good as already having the damn job. Go through the interview, and most of the questions were just a formality to make sure I wasn’t insane. 10 minutes later and the job was mine, I start thursday at 3. Hell fucking yes.

But the story doesn’t end there, boys and girls, oh no. See after I already had the job, she mentioned how she was always trying to get the round table pizza name out and around in Fallon. She mentioned they tried doorhangers, which seem to work pretty well so I casually mentioned lawnbombs, which she fucking loved. (For those you who don’t know, lawnbombs are flyers rolled tight with a rubber band around them, which are thrown in peoples lawns. Easy, huh?) So we talked a bit more about ways to better her business, maybe 20 minutes or so.

So now I’m here go-t0 idea guy, and I don’t even start until thursday. I can hardly even believe that yesterday I was feeling down cause I didn’t even have a job yet.

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