Okay, I know right now I seriously don't need to be starting any new stories, but alas I have had this idea for a while and it just felt like a good time to start it, especially since I have already figured out the most of what is going to be happening in this story.
Also, as another little tidbit of information, this story is in fact based on a job that I myself have worked at and have used my own past experiences as a way of fuelling the plot in this story – though unfortunately for me not all of the story is based on truth!
Disclaimer: Not Mine
Enjoy!
SPOV
Oh my goodness! I thought to myself. I had never ever been so nervous in my whole entire life! I thought to myself as I walked in through the doors of the posh hotel, and straight up to the reception desk.
I was wearing my best skirt, sleeveless blouse, tights and boots, with a red cardigan to cover up with, since it was September time and already it was really starting to cool down outside, plus I wanted to cover up and not look like a total slut in front of the interviewer that I was due to face.
"Can I help you?" a very friendly woman behind the desk asked me, and I took in the sharp business suit that she was wearing, and thought to myself that maybe I was more than a little underdressed for this place.
Oh God, they were going to take one look at me and think "there is no way in hell". I'm not even going to stand a chance at this interview!
"Yes, I was asked to come in for an interview at 3.30 this afternoon for a waitressing position" I answered, looking at the woman straight in the eyes.
"And who was your interview with?" she questioned.
"I was told to ask for Alcide Herveaux" I replied honestly.
"Okay. If you want to go and sit up in the tearoom, just up the stairs to your left I will call Alcide for you" she smiled, pointing me in the direction of the so-called tea room. I cast a quick glance to the room since I was able to see it from the reception desk. It was not so much as a tea room but a collection of chairs and a few coffee tables spread about the room.
Well, okay then. Tea room it was.
I chose a seat that was fairly close to the doors of the tearoom, so that I would be able to see Alcide coming from the other side of the hotel which was located on the right side of the reception desk, down another few steps.
And true to form, a few moments later I saw this tall dark haired man walk up those said steps. He was wearing black shoes, black suit trousers, a pink shirt and a pink and white striped tie, which I already had known was part of his uniform since I had dined in the restaurant where I hoped to work on many of an occasion before.
The food was lovely by the way.
"Hello, Miss Stackhouse?" he said, extending his hand towards me as he approached. I stood up from where I was sitting to shake his hand.
"Mr. Herveaux" I answered.
"Now, take a seat. And call me Alcide. I just want to have a little chat with you for a few moments about this waitressing job that Sharon said you were interested in" said.
"Yes" I said, nodding.
"Okay. Now have you worked in anything like this before?" Alcide asked.
"I have worked in a café before, as well as a fish and chip takeaway, but never a hotel – or in a proper restaurant before" I replied – and that was true. I had worked in a café until I had been sacked for asking for a day off, and it had been the anniversary of my parent's deaths as well – they had been killed in a bad car crash when I was eight, but I always made a pact to keep their anniversary as a day of remembrance for them.
Unfortunately, whenever I had passed it onto the boss, he hadn't written it in the holiday book, so in their eyes I was simply skiving. And there had been no amount of explaining would ever give my job back. After that I had worked in a fish and chip takeaway until it had closed down a month ago.
"And can you drive?" he asked.
"Yes. I can" I replied, wondering where on earth he was going with this question.
"Do you have a car?" he questioned.
"Yes, I do" I answered.
"And why do you want to work here?" was the next question.
"Because I need somewhere to work after I was made redundant from the takeaway that I was working in" I said, and then cringed. That sounded awful.
"Okay. Well everything sounds good. I am more than willing to give you a start here if you want – a trial if you will, but it shouldn't be too difficult for you if you have worked in a café before. We are more or less a glorified café in the restaurant anyways" Alcide said, and I smiled. I had gotten the job.
"Now, the only thing is I can't make any real promises of hours, except that I will give you all that I can – I do the staff rotas here, and when I can. Is there any days that don't suit you to work?"
"Umm … not really. I am free at pretty much anytime" I answered.
"Good. I will make a note of that. Now, in the restaurant, you will be working along with a few different people, and you can meet them all whenever you start. Now, my final question is when can you start?" Alcide asked.
"As soon as you want me too" I replied, hardly daring to believe that I had gotten the job. It was technically a trial, but I had gotten the job!
"How about you come in again tomorrow at about 4.00 and you can see everyone before first orders at 5.00?" he asked.
"Yes, that sounds perfect" I said.
"Now, do you have any questions?" he asked.
"What would you like me to wear?" I questioned.
"Can you wear a white blouse, black shoes and good black dress trousers until you get your uniform sorted out?" he replied.
"Yes, there shouldn't be any issues with that" I said.
"Good, then I will see you tomorrow. Just ask for me again at reception when you come in" Alcide said, before walking me out to the car park, which was about ten steps away from the tea room that we were currently sitting in, before we bid our goodbyes and I drove home with a smile on my face.
So … what do we think? I know that not too much happened in this chapter but the real fun will begin once Sookie actually starts her new job.
Also, the majority of what happened in Sookie's interview also happened in mine – except I have never worked in a café in my life. The story about Sookie being fired from her job in the café is also true, except I was fired from a grocery shop I was working in for taking the date of the anniversary of my mum's death off.
