Today Sam and I went to lunch, had a few drinks, and decided it was time to be "working women." We rushed to the library, typed up a quick resume, and headed downtown to pass them out. The first place we stopped in is a really cute pizzeria and italian restaurant, Col 'Cacchio. It has a huge courtyard full of bustling tables, cobblestone floors, and cute waiters. Basically, it's the definition of precious.
Sam and I waltzed right in and asked to speak to the manager, and after a few failed attempts at conversations, we ended up with the right woman..
Me: Excuse me, I was wondering if I could drop this resume off just in case you guys would be hiring any time soon.
Manager: (takes the resume from me and literally does not look at it once) Hm. Well, when can you start?
Me: Whenever you need me to :)
Manager: Come in Friday.
That's it. No mention of a time, what to wear, anything. At this point Sam gets angry because it was her idea to go on a job search anyways, so she buts in to the conversation..
Sam: Well, I was wanting to drop off my resume too, but I forgot it at home.
Manager: Oh, okay. You can come in on Friday, too.
And just like that, we have jobs. Getting a job is a piece of cake! Or pizza...depending on where you work.
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