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McNormal's: Another Last Food Restaurant by: Roscoe Smith

CHAPTER TWO: The Interview: Meeting McNormal's

   

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While waiting for Barbera to appear, the numbers on the blinking bank clock with the burnt out bulbs changed: 9:0C , 9:01, 9:02, 9:03, 9:04, 9:05. Then, a woman aged in her late twenties entered the dining area from the Office door. She wore a blue vest and matching blue pants and a white shirt. She had a Mangerial aire about her. Without crossing the room, she glanced around the dining area. She looked at me and she observed the empty table in front of me. Then she looked back at me, "Hi, are you Roscoe?" The side dining area was small, I heard her loud and clear. "Yes," I said. "Are you Barbera?" Of course she was Barbera, she nodded her head in agreement.

Barbera approached a table across the room from the Office door, she slid onto a blue bench. She invited me to join her,"Come over here and have a seat," she said, as she pointed to the bench across from her. I crossed the room and slid onto the bench across from Barbera. I placed a copy of my resume on the table in front of Barbera. She looked at the piece of paper and then she looked at me,"Oh, we have one of those. You can keep your copy." "I thought we could refer to this while we talk." "That's Okay, I have a good memory. You can look at it if you want." "Okay, thanks."

Barbera asked me why I was there, she asked me why I left my last job, she asked me how I felt about working at McNormal's on a Midnight Shift. She asked me about my education and why I would want to work at McNormal's at all with a college education. I told her I wanted to work on the Midnight Shift so I could continue schooling and study computers. I told her I might consider working up the ladder and trying for a Manager's job in this store or maybe another McNormal's. We talked for about a half hour, I tried to convince her McNormal's goals and my goals coincided. Barbera finally said,"Well? I think you'll fit in here just fine." I politely asked,"Does that mean I have the job?" She looked at me sideways,"Oh, you've got the job." She mumbled,"But I don't know how long you'll last." "What do you mean?" "You'll find out."

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