I took the little pischer, Preston, to find a job recently. Before we could leave the apartment, I had to give the kiddo a lesson in how to put on a tie. (See the picture. I decided to wear one for good luck)
He wasted tons of gas driving all over town looking for “Help Wanted” signs. Finally, he found one at a restaurant that’s not too far from where we live. He left me in the car, which I was not happy about, but he was nice enough to roll down the windows since it was so hot that day.
He didn’t want to talk about the details that went on inside for the interview, but I took it as a good sign when the manager gave him a menu to take home and look over. I’m guessing he just sat around and schmoozed for a bit but I didn’t want to pry. I was just happy to have the air conditioning turned back on.
A few days later, I was yelling Mazal Tov for the little pischer. He got the job and now spends lots of time away from the apartment. But I don’t mind. I have lots of time to sit around and critique his movie collection now.
4 comments:
Hmmm....sheep abuse? 1) Leaving the poor, woolly sheep in car. 2) Leaving sheep at apartment unsupervised. at the very least you could get the sheep a sheep dog...wait that would be Franklin, the drunk. Ya, probably better off no dogs.
Preston didn't abuse me... I didn't think it would be a good idea for him to bring in a sheep to his job interview.
Yeah, usually better to get the job first, then explain about your sheep.
Hmmm...does anyone know when "Take Your Sheep To Work" day is?
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