A/N I still own nothing, Why do we even have to say that all the time anyway, Its a fanfiction website, doesn't that kind of go without saying. Anyway enjoy.
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Chapter 2: The Interview
Christy woke up to her cell phone ringing. She quickly checked the caller ID. It was the staffing service she signed up with. She pressed the talk button and tried to put on her best awake voice.
"Hello," she said with fake cheeriness.
"Miss Marsicano?"
"Yes."
"Hello, this Maxie from the JobFair. We have a position that we would like you to interview for today. It is a personal assistant position for the Willy Wonka Chocolate Factory. Are you interested?"
"Really? Sure."
"Great, you will need to be there at 3:00. Do you know where it is?"
Christy looked out her apartment window. She could see it from there. It was probably a twenty minute walk. "Yes. I will be there. Thanks." Christy hung up and put her head back on her pillow. She hated pretending to be enthusiastic and cheerful. There were lots of things she enjoyed and when she got hyper she could get really enthusiastic, but she really hated faking it. That's the way it goes when trying to find a job. 3:00 hmmm, that means I have to text Craig and Dave and reschedule the band practice.
Christy picked her phone back up and texted her band members. They weren't anyone special. It was just a fun hobby. She loved to sing and was pissed when she was rejected from American Idol. Surprisingly it wasn't Simon that rejected her. She got up and sorted through her clothes. She really needed to go shopping, but to do that she needed a job. She had moved to that little town from the US a few months before and had decided that when switching countries it was a good idea to travel light. Consequently, her wardrobe was tiny and most of her apartment was bare.
The debate was between a brown dress or a purple top with a black skirt. Everyone knew that Willy Wonka really liked purple. Would it look like she was sucking up if she wore it? Yes, she decided and went with the brown dress. It was a bit low cut but with some adjusting she could make it look decent enough.
Back at the factory, things were not looking up for Willy. The first woman walked in and looked like an old librarian. Willy looked her over. Not really what I need. I need someone that can run all around the factory. Both Charlie and he had a list with everyone's name with a brief summary of their qualifications and were crossing out definite no's.
Willy was enjoying having fun with some of the interviewees. Just like when the five golden tickets winners came he made himself seem a little stranger than he was. He would ask some of them some really weird questions like "What if clouds were marshmallows?" He never gave an explanation of what kind of answer he was looking for so most of the people just stared at him. One woman said that the sun would melt them and that was the best answer he got so far that day."
Christy walked into the office a bit early. The waiting area was set up right inside the main doors. She looked around and almost walked back out. There were a lot of people there and she decided that she was the least likely to get the job. Half of the people waiting were obviously people who have had many more years of experience and the other half were a lot skinnier and prettier than she was; that half was all wearing purple.
She took a seat next to a tall, skinny, blonde girl and felt worse about herself. She took a small mirror out of her little tie-dyed purse and looked at herself. She wasn't bad looking, but she wasn't like some of these women. Her hair was pure black and hung past her shoulders in messy curls. She was really short and a healthy weight or at least she sometimes thought so. She began to compare her body to the girl's next to her and decided that she needed to lose a few pounds. The blonde went in for her interview leaving Christy to decide that she was going to be herself on this interview and not a fake.
Willy looked the blonde girl up and down and very much liked what he saw. He giggled and covered his mouth with his gloved hand as she sat down. Charlie looked at his mentor with eyebrows raised and started the questioning. Her first answer came out and both Charlie and Willy scratched out her name. Willy commented on his paper that this girl has no brain. "What would think if the sun were made of chocolate?"
The blonde looked at him and thought about it. "I wonder if that would make me tan faster."
Willy and Charlie looked at each other quickly and Willy put another X over her name. "Thanks."
A few more people interviewed and it was Christy's turn. She was the last one. She stuffed her book into her bag and walked in ready to go through, what was in her mind, a pointless interview. She sat in front of Willy and Charlie nodding to them both. She didn't bother with the handshake and she let herself slouch a bit. Willy was glad not to have to touch another person but didn't like the slouch. Charlie briefly went over her computer experience with her and the speech about what was expected of whoever got the position. Christy could tell he was ready to be done the process. He must have said the speech twenty times that day.
Willy liked the way this girl looked and liked that she was different from the rest of the interviewees. "How do I know we can trust you? You might be trying to steal my recipes." This question had made almost everyone else looked horrified and insulted.
Christy shrugged and didn't change her facial expression. "I guess you could call some of my previous employers to find out what my average register shortages were or call my references to see if I am trustworthy. Anyone could say they wouldn't steal, but I guess only time tells."
Willy smirked and continued. "Do you think it would be a good idea to have gumdrop clouds?"
"No."
Willy pouted, "Why not?"
"When it got really hot out the melted gumdrops would burn whoever happened to stand beneath them. Skittles or Nerd filled clouds would work better. I don't think those would melt like that."
Willy laughed his high pitched laugh. He really wanted to ask her some more questions. "Have you ever heard of Loompaland?" Charlie looked up at Willy wondering what he was up to.
Christy thought for a second and shook her head. "Where is that?" Willy smiled grateful that he didn't get a reaction like that Mike kid's father gave.
Willy got up from the chair. "I'll tell you all about it some other time. We'll call you with our decision."
Christy rose from her chair and saying thank you and goodbye but again not offering them a handshake. She walked out and headed straight for the nearest store for some dinner. It had been a long day for her. Not as long as for Willy and Charlie but long enough.