So, I was in my slacks and polo shirt, hair up, lipstick on, earring off, and someone knocks at the door.
And it's the Viking.
votania had left to go pick up the Little Fayoumis, and then marxdarx, and wasn't due back for another two hours. I explained the situation, and the Viking said he'd go home, hang out, and call in another two hours to see what was up. I got the rest of the way dressed, and hiked over to Domino's. Turned out that I'd gotten the lady's name wrong (oops), but she liked the look of my experience and she liked my answers to the interview questions (one ethics, one handling irate customer with phone customer simultaneously customer service, and one rush rush priority-handling customer service) and my willingness to accept the pay and the duties -- not only making pizzas and customer service, but folding boxes, and cleaning the entire place. The only thing holding her back, she said, was my hours, and those really aren't something I can do much about. *sigh*
But, she'll see if she can squeeze me in, and she'll call back in a few days. And she's looking forward to seeing me. (She said that on the phone as well.) So, there is hope.
I haven't transportation of my own, so I can't be a Deliverator. But then, I haven't a katana either.
