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New Job

I have a new job at a bookstore café. They asked me to come in on Wednesday morning to fill out all the paperwork and get a tour of the store. I came in at 8AM, rang this creepy doorbell/buzzer, and was greeted at the front door by a custodian who wasn’t specifically familiar with the English language. He glared at me suspiciously.

“You work now?” he asked through a heavy accent.

“Yeah, I’m new,” I said. “I’m here to meet with Julie.”

He looked at me blankly, then motioned for me to come inside the store.

As I entered, I was taken aback somewhat by the hugeness and emptiness of the place at eight o’clock in the morning. Everything’s so still and peaceful, in spite of heavy orange extension cords strewn about and the obnoxious whir of a carpet cleaner.

“Where can I find Julie?” I asked the custodian, who gave me another blank look. After a few moments of mental digestion, he nodded and motioned toward the back of the store.

“In the back?” I asked, referring to the staff area where I had been interviewed.

“Back, back,” he repeated excitedly.

“Thanks,” I said and made my way to the back, where I laid eyes on one of the most attractive women I’ve ever personally met: Julie, the human resources manager. I’d never met her before

Posted by Stan on February 18, 2005 5:06 PM  | Permalink | “I’m a living joke!” - Horror Stories from the Workplace | Digg It