Depending on the pay, I may be able to do the deliveries and drop the pizza job for good. It’s not a bad gig, but I do hate going home smelling like food. And it’s almost impossible to get the smell out of my car. It’s a wonder Kate didn’t smell it when I took her home.
“What happens when there aren’t deliveries to be made?”
He laughs, “It’s cute you think it won’t be that busy. On the off chance there aren’t any deliveries for a long amount of time, you’ll help out here around the shop.”
Wow. They must serve a wide base of clients to have that many deliveries. Weekends are busy with pizza deliveries, but we still have some lulls throughout the night. “And what do the people working the counter do?”
“Customer service, take orders, pull arrangements for people who come in to pick them up,” he waves his hand around, “pretty much deal with people.”
That doesn’t sound terrible. Both are actually pretty doable from where I’m standing. Beggars can’t be choosers and all that jazz. “What’s the pay like?”
I know for a fact I didn’t see that on there when I filled out the application. Some job listings had it and some didn’t. It’s the one piece of information I did look for.
“We’ll start all employees out at fifteen an hour. Then it goes up from there based on job performance and quality of work. Right now, though, we really need a good driver.”
That’s more than I make delivering food, even when you add in the tips. The thought to wait a bit wiggles through my brain, but this is the best opportunity I’ve gotten. Well, the only one since I haven’t heard from any of the other jobs.
“You’ve got yourself a driver.” I open my arms wide.
“Great.” Kai’s shoulders sag in relief. It must have been a heavy weight on his shoulders. “I’ll need to do a check on your driving record. I assume from your application you’ve never been in any accidents.”
“No, sir.”
He gasps, “I think that is the first time anyone has ever called me sir. I don’t know if I like it.”
“Sorry.” He isn’t that much older than me, but he’s offering me a job, and I feel like it was the right word in the moment.
“No worries,” he reaches into the desk and pulls out a few pieces of paper. “I just need you to fill these out and you have the job. The driving record shouldn’t take more than a day or two. When can you start?”
“As soon as you need me. I just need to put in my notice at the other job.”
“Sounds good,” his phone rings and he hands me a pen, “I’ll just be a minute.”
Nodding, I take the pen and fill out the paper he needs for my driving record. I want to make sure he gets that going as soon as possible. It’ll feel like a dream no longer smelling like pizza. The only thing I’ll have to gauge is if I do in fact have allergies. I’ll live through it, though. For now, it would be dumb to pass up this job.
I slide over that first form, and start on the rest. There aren’t a ton of papers and I’m signing my name on the last one when he walks back into the office. “Woah, you got those done fast.”
“Let’s just say I’m eager to leave the pizza industry behind me.”
“I don’t blame you,” he laughs, “I’ll get started on this driving record ASAP. Are there any other questions you have for me?”
“Not really. It’s not that hard to load a vehicle and deliver. It’s something I’m used to doing but the smell will be much better. You wouldn’t believe some of the toppings folks want on their pizzas.”
“Oh, I can imagine. I had this roommate that would add toppings for no other reason than to get a rise out of the rest of us when I was in college.”
“Yeah, that’s completely unnecessary.”
“Agreed.”
Laughter comes from somewhere down the hall interrupting our conversation. It’s more than one person, and I could have sworn he said I was the first interview for the jobs in question.
“Looks like you’ll get to meet your bosses.”
“I thought you were my boss.”
He stands and heads toward the door. “I am, but they are mine. I’m just the office manager.”
Three women crowd into the small office, but only one of them catches my eye and my heart stops.
