afford to be late. I was
more than glad that Becca was able to set up this interview. In many
ways, I didn’t want to let her down. This also wasn’t a
typical interview protocol. Becca had told me that Lonnie never gives
interviews at night.
But
Becca, had pulled some strings for me, because for one, she wanted
to, and second, because she can. Lonnie considers Becca family and
had somewhat adopted Becca as her
daughter. Lonnie never had children. Since she knew I had class in
the morning, she made an exception for me to come in—which gave
me an impression that
I will be getting this job—I think, unless I screw it up by
being late. I tried on several outfits. I couldn’t decide
whether I should go for a blazer and pant combination or a dress suit
or was any of it too much. I knew I only had five minutes to decide.
I
finally went for my silky muted shade of lavender top with a black
pencil skirt and a nice pair of black pumps. I let my hair down and
tilted it upside down, brushing the ends until all the snags had
loosened. I fluffed my hair back up. I put on make up, the usual
light tone that I wear. I decided to bring an extra pair of sensible
shoes, just in case they decided to hire me on the spot and I had to
work that night. I knew they desperately needed someone immediately,
so I wanted to make sure I was prepared. Bustling through the busy
streets, I was lucky not to hit all the red lights and zoomed my way
faster than usual. I was surprised that I got there sooner than
expected.
As
I entered the restaurant, I saw Becca standing by the entrance,
waiting for me excitedly. I scanned the room. It looked halfway full.
Becca came toward me and gave me a hug. “Well look at you. I’ll
tell Lonnie you’re here.” Lonnie was not only the manager
but also the owner. She shook my hand and politely greeted me as she
came out of the hall. “Let’s go to my office,” she
said as she gestured for me to follow her to the short hall that led
to a small room that had a sign that displayed her name. Lonnie was
slim, blond, with a great pair of legs. She’d been divorced
twice and had been married to her restaurant ever since. Becca said
she’s a control freak and very much old fashioned and knowing
that, gave me an extra doze of anxiety.
Looking
at Lonnie’s face, she had some deep lines around her eyes. Her
hair was straight and up to her shoulders which accentuated her oval
face and cheekbones. Her lips were thin, but she wore a plum colored
lipstick a little bit outside her lip line, making her lips look
fuller but rather old fashioned. She wore minimal eye make up, making
her look ,
seemed toned down. She was in her early fifties.
She
looked tired, but judging from seeing the restaurant and the crowd, I
couldn’t imagine Friday and Saturday nights will be for all of
us. Becca had always been a hard worker and she didn’t mind
work, especially when it came with big tips. Before I knew it, Lonnie
was shaking my hand and handing me my schedule and my uniform. “Thank
You,” I said, as I took something black inside a plastic. I
still couldn‘t believe my luck of good fortune. I had applied
at several places and not one had even gotten close as to a phone
call. Lonnie shut the door behind me. “So when do you start?”
Becca was just right outside the office door—eavesdropping.
“ Tomorrow,”
I said, smiling in victory while we both walked out to the main
dining room. “Six to eleven…thanks Becca, I owe you
one.”
“ You
won’t be saying that once you see the crowd,” she teased.
“ Really?”
I suddenly felt weary. My pulse was drumming fast.
“ I
was just kidding…you’ll be fine…I’ll teach
you everything. Anyway you owe me more than once…I’ll
collect later,” she said enthusiastically.
“ By
the way I have four concert tickets…if you want to tag along
with me and Jeremy.” Jeremy is Becca’s boyfriend. They
have been dating for two years now.
“ You
could bring a date and
more than glad that Becca was able to set up this interview. In many
ways, I didn’t want to let her down. This also wasn’t a
typical interview protocol. Becca had told me that Lonnie never gives
interviews at night.
But
Becca, had pulled some strings for me, because for one, she wanted
to, and second, because she can. Lonnie considers Becca family and
had somewhat adopted Becca as her
daughter. Lonnie never had children. Since she knew I had class in
the morning, she made an exception for me to come in—which gave
me an impression that
I will be getting this job—I think, unless I screw it up by
being late. I tried on several outfits. I couldn’t decide
whether I should go for a blazer and pant combination or a dress suit
or was any of it too much. I knew I only had five minutes to decide.
I
finally went for my silky muted shade of lavender top with a black
pencil skirt and a nice pair of black pumps. I let my hair down and
tilted it upside down, brushing the ends until all the snags had
loosened. I fluffed my hair back up. I put on make up, the usual
light tone that I wear. I decided to bring an extra pair of sensible
shoes, just in case they decided to hire me on the spot and I had to
work that night. I knew they desperately needed someone immediately,
so I wanted to make sure I was prepared. Bustling through the busy
streets, I was lucky not to hit all the red lights and zoomed my way
faster than usual. I was surprised that I got there sooner than
expected.
As
I entered the restaurant, I saw Becca standing by the entrance,
waiting for me excitedly. I scanned the room. It looked halfway full.
Becca came toward me and gave me a hug. “Well look at you. I’ll
tell Lonnie you’re here.” Lonnie was not only the manager
but also the owner. She shook my hand and politely greeted me as she
came out of the hall. “Let’s go to my office,” she
said as she gestured for me to follow her to the short hall that led
to a small room that had a sign that displayed her name. Lonnie was
slim, blond, with a great pair of legs. She’d been divorced
twice and had been married to her restaurant ever since. Becca said
she’s a control freak and very much old fashioned and knowing
that, gave me an extra doze of anxiety.
Looking
at Lonnie’s face, she had some deep lines around her eyes. Her
hair was straight and up to her shoulders which accentuated her oval
face and cheekbones. Her lips were thin, but she wore a plum colored
lipstick a little bit outside her lip line, making her lips look
fuller but rather old fashioned. She wore minimal eye make up, making
her look ,
seemed toned down. She was in her early fifties.
She
looked tired, but judging from seeing the restaurant and the crowd, I
couldn’t imagine Friday and Saturday nights will be for all of
us. Becca had always been a hard worker and she didn’t mind
work, especially when it came with big tips. Before I knew it, Lonnie
was shaking my hand and handing me my schedule and my uniform. “Thank
You,” I said, as I took something black inside a plastic. I
still couldn‘t believe my luck of good fortune. I had applied
at several places and not one had even gotten close as to a phone
call. Lonnie shut the door behind me. “So when do you start?”
Becca was just right outside the office door—eavesdropping.
“ Tomorrow,”
I said, smiling in victory while we both walked out to the main
dining room. “Six to eleven…thanks Becca, I owe you
one.”
“ You
won’t be saying that once you see the crowd,” she teased.
“ Really?”
I suddenly felt weary. My pulse was drumming fast.
“ I
was just kidding…you’ll be fine…I’ll teach
you everything. Anyway you owe me more than once…I’ll
collect later,” she said enthusiastically.
“ By
the way I have four concert tickets…if you want to tag along
with me and Jeremy.” Jeremy is Becca’s boyfriend. They
have been dating for two years now.
“ You
could bring a date and
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