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she’s underweight, but only by about twelve pounds. I promise to help her gain the weight she needs to achieve a healthy BMI. The doctor draws some blood to check her nutrition levels, letting us know she will call us with the results. Dr. Enman wants to do a full physical on her, but Marie refuses, stating she’s fine. I offer to leave the room, but that seems to upset her more. The doctor doesn’t push it, but let’s her know that she would be happy to do it anytime, and to just book an appointment when she feels ready.
We leave, feeling a little better, but I can tell she’s still on edge. Ma has probably never taken her to the doctor because she’s never applied for state medical. Hell, she was probably never sober enough to even know what it is. That’s probably why Marie felt so uncomfortable.
We walk to the Frothy Moustache, and I give Marie some money to grab lunch while I do my interview. I scan the café, hoping he is not here. I will completely fail my interview if he’s in the same room as me. Fortunately, there’s no sign of him. I look around for the manager and notice her sitting at a table with a clipboard and her work uniform on. At least, I’m assuming it’s her. I walk over to her table and introduce myself.
“Hi, my name is Brynn Vincent. I’m here to interview for a position with you,” I say, with what I hope is confidence. I hand her the application that Tara has brought by.
“Welcome to Frothy Moustache, Brynn. My name is Stella, and I’m the manager here. Have a seat, and don’t be nervous. I promise I don’t bite,” she says with a small laugh. So much for confidence, she clearly saw through my façade. I take the seat opposite her.
Stella is curvy, blonde, and beautiful. She looks to be about thirty, but I’m guessing she’s probably into her forties. I sit awkwardly for a moment while she scans through my application. I’m glad when she breaks the silence first.
“I see that you had some serving experience in the past, so you know how the industry works. We serve the public, and our job is to keep the customers satisfied. Unfortunately, people usually come in here pretty grumpy, but by the time they’ve had their morning coffee, they’re more alert and generally in a much better mood. I think you’ll find the other baristas and servers here are all very friendly and welcoming. If you have an issue with anyone, all you have to do is let me know and hopefully we’ll be able to work it out quickly,” she says with a smile. I relax some, she seems pleasant. It’s just a coffee shop, I can do this.
“So, Brynn, can you tell me why you would be a good fit here at the Frothy Moustache?” Stella asks. I hesitate before answering her. It’s probably not going to be the right answer, but at least it will be an honest one.
“Well, I never took a sick day when I worked at the diner, and I did more than what was in my job description. I worked hard, but I won’t lie, I did make mistakes, too. Once in a while someone would get the wrong order, or I’d forget to bring out the ketchup—things like that. I’d like to say that I’m the perfect employee, but I don’t want to disappoint you either. All I can promise is that I will give you my very best from the moment I walk through the door. I want to be here. It’s actually the first place my sister and I ate when we came to New York. I love the atmosphere,” I say nervously. She scans my application, and I wonder if she’s looking for evidence that I’m a complete idiot. She surprises me with her reply, though.
“I respect honesty, Brynn, I really do. I have high hopes that you will fit in here. I have two positions available right now. The first is a barista, which would be making espresso drinks, coffee, tea, that sort of thing. It will take about a week of training and will require you to move quickly and remember a lot of information at once.
There’s also a server position. You would be responsible for
We leave, feeling a little better, but I can tell she’s still on edge. Ma has probably never taken her to the doctor because she’s never applied for state medical. Hell, she was probably never sober enough to even know what it is. That’s probably why Marie felt so uncomfortable.
We walk to the Frothy Moustache, and I give Marie some money to grab lunch while I do my interview. I scan the café, hoping he is not here. I will completely fail my interview if he’s in the same room as me. Fortunately, there’s no sign of him. I look around for the manager and notice her sitting at a table with a clipboard and her work uniform on. At least, I’m assuming it’s her. I walk over to her table and introduce myself.
“Hi, my name is Brynn Vincent. I’m here to interview for a position with you,” I say, with what I hope is confidence. I hand her the application that Tara has brought by.
“Welcome to Frothy Moustache, Brynn. My name is Stella, and I’m the manager here. Have a seat, and don’t be nervous. I promise I don’t bite,” she says with a small laugh. So much for confidence, she clearly saw through my façade. I take the seat opposite her.
Stella is curvy, blonde, and beautiful. She looks to be about thirty, but I’m guessing she’s probably into her forties. I sit awkwardly for a moment while she scans through my application. I’m glad when she breaks the silence first.
“I see that you had some serving experience in the past, so you know how the industry works. We serve the public, and our job is to keep the customers satisfied. Unfortunately, people usually come in here pretty grumpy, but by the time they’ve had their morning coffee, they’re more alert and generally in a much better mood. I think you’ll find the other baristas and servers here are all very friendly and welcoming. If you have an issue with anyone, all you have to do is let me know and hopefully we’ll be able to work it out quickly,” she says with a smile. I relax some, she seems pleasant. It’s just a coffee shop, I can do this.
“So, Brynn, can you tell me why you would be a good fit here at the Frothy Moustache?” Stella asks. I hesitate before answering her. It’s probably not going to be the right answer, but at least it will be an honest one.
“Well, I never took a sick day when I worked at the diner, and I did more than what was in my job description. I worked hard, but I won’t lie, I did make mistakes, too. Once in a while someone would get the wrong order, or I’d forget to bring out the ketchup—things like that. I’d like to say that I’m the perfect employee, but I don’t want to disappoint you either. All I can promise is that I will give you my very best from the moment I walk through the door. I want to be here. It’s actually the first place my sister and I ate when we came to New York. I love the atmosphere,” I say nervously. She scans my application, and I wonder if she’s looking for evidence that I’m a complete idiot. She surprises me with her reply, though.
“I respect honesty, Brynn, I really do. I have high hopes that you will fit in here. I have two positions available right now. The first is a barista, which would be making espresso drinks, coffee, tea, that sort of thing. It will take about a week of training and will require you to move quickly and remember a lot of information at once.
There’s also a server position. You would be responsible for
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