Thank god.
That actually reminds me, Beck told me that Jensen’s doing mini tattoos for the engagement party… Do I clear that with you or?
That’s not surprising. Does Jensen at least know about it?
Well I already talked to Jensen about it then scheduled the clearance meeting with the health dept then thought… Maybe I should loop you in.
So you talked to Beck, then Jensen, then the health dept, and when I texted you, you finally remembered me.
Your point?
Upstairs or downstairs for the tattoos?
Jensen requested downstairs. Also signed you up first.
Not happening.
Are you scared of needles, All-star? Or just a baby on the pain tolerance scale?
I don’t have to answer you.
Bold statement.
I want to see you.
Nice recovery.
Tuesday.
If I send you a fifteen plus minute voice memo complaining about a food vender, will you listen and not provide any feedback or attempts at reasoning or being helpful.
Adam
Is this a request or a test?
Request.
Send away, sweetness.
That’s going to be point number one on this rant now.
Wednesday.
Sitting at my desk, I rifle through a few applications to fill Jensen’s spot. There are some easy no’s to spot right off the bat. No experience is one thing—sometimes it is better to train someone from scratch—but no experience paired with a list of demands for no weekend shifts, no working the bar alone, and a request for a pay raise… Yeah, that’s a no.
My phone vibrates on my desk and Adam’s name appears on my screen. My smile comes immediately as I accept the call and put it on speaker.
“Hey, All-star. I have a question.”
“You know I called you, right? What if I had a question first?”
“Well, you gotta be quicker than that,” I quip, then immediately go into my question because I don’t waste time. “What is with the lack of knowing how to properly fill out a resume or application? I’ve got some with no contact information, and others who put their social media handle.”
Adam chuckles, then either the line drops or he hung up on me. A knock comes to my office door before I can try him back, and what do you know, the man walks right into my office.
“Can I fill out an application? See if it holds up to your standards.”
I’m up out of my seat immediately gravitating toward him. “Hey, what are you doing here?”
