’em seems to be working for everyone involved. Why change what works?
After parking my car, I check the time. I still have about twenty minutes before the hell of interviews begins. With my younger brother, Ryker, now owning his own sports medicine clinic, I’m pulling double-duty as bartender three or more nights a week, as well as owner; so right now my focus is to get the new staff hired before the school year starts again next week. The beginning of September is always a stressful month trying to get everybody hired, trained and ready for one hell of a busy year.
Heading into the club, I know I’m in for a long day. Interviews always suck and I have them scheduled all day. The biggest downside of owning a bar in a university town is the high turnover rate. Every April when exams finish, I lose two to three staff members and even if I’m lucky I can usually only manage to keep a few through the summer. This year, though, I’ve taken an extra big hit with losing Ryker, Kat and Claire, on top of Naomi having to take a few months off to help out with her family’s construction company.
Thankfully, I still have Brooke, Luke and Beth and a few others as my main frontline staff. My goal today is to fill the two open waitress positions plus that of a busboy. I’ll work on the bartending position next, unless something happens to fall into place on its own today. Wouldn’t that be the shit, to get it all done today? Did I mention I hate interviews? The one I have in mind for the busboy is the least experienced of the resumes I received. Some fourth-year student named Braun. His address is local, and not student housing, this I know ’cause he’s not far from me, not far at all actually. I’m hoping he is in fact local and that he’ll stick around longer than the year if I give him the chance. Maybe over time he can do more than bus. He’s my first interview so at least I’ll know right away if he’s worth taking a risk on.
The only reason I even looked at his resume was that he really sold himself in his cover letter. I always read the cover letter first; it gives me a solid insight into a person’s personality and whether I should bother reading any further. I mean if you can’t put forth an effort on paper to sell yourself enthusiastically then what type of person will you be with my customers?
Opening the pub door, I’m immediately assaulted with the scent of my livelihood: leather and lemons with that hint of stale beer mixed in to remind you it’s a bar. Fuck, I really do love this place. The smell of this place is a running joke here. We’re all always wishing the smell Marisa and her team of cleaners from MVP Cleaning Services uses would stay once the doors open, too bad it’s never the case. Admittedly, though, I also love the smell of the spilled drinks, sweat, and women that permeate the air here nightly.
“It’s about time you decided to stroll in, Levi,” Brooke taunts as I approach the main bar.
“Yeah, yeah, I ended up taking that redhead home last night.” She raises her brows so I go on. “You know the one with the big—”
“Enough.” Brooke raises her hand “Dude, you know I’m a girl, right? Like I know Ryker’s gone but, uh, I cannot be his locker room man-talk replacement anymore. You need to hire some more dudes for that!”
I let out a loud chuckle at her response. “Sorry, sorry, you’re right. I need to remember I offend thee,” I add with a little bow and smile.
“Whatever. You’re here now and so is that chick, Braun, your nine o’clock interview. I told her to head on back to the office and wait for you.”
“Shit, I thought my first was at 9:30. Dammit, I am late. Thanks for greeting him, and sorry about that, I was indisposed. I’ll make it up to you,” I grin, as I make my way down the back hallway toward my office, until the realization hits and I stop in my tracks. What the fuck?
“Brooke, did you say ‘ she’ ?” I pause confused. “I was
After parking my car, I check the time. I still have about twenty minutes before the hell of interviews begins. With my younger brother, Ryker, now owning his own sports medicine clinic, I’m pulling double-duty as bartender three or more nights a week, as well as owner; so right now my focus is to get the new staff hired before the school year starts again next week. The beginning of September is always a stressful month trying to get everybody hired, trained and ready for one hell of a busy year.
Heading into the club, I know I’m in for a long day. Interviews always suck and I have them scheduled all day. The biggest downside of owning a bar in a university town is the high turnover rate. Every April when exams finish, I lose two to three staff members and even if I’m lucky I can usually only manage to keep a few through the summer. This year, though, I’ve taken an extra big hit with losing Ryker, Kat and Claire, on top of Naomi having to take a few months off to help out with her family’s construction company.
Thankfully, I still have Brooke, Luke and Beth and a few others as my main frontline staff. My goal today is to fill the two open waitress positions plus that of a busboy. I’ll work on the bartending position next, unless something happens to fall into place on its own today. Wouldn’t that be the shit, to get it all done today? Did I mention I hate interviews? The one I have in mind for the busboy is the least experienced of the resumes I received. Some fourth-year student named Braun. His address is local, and not student housing, this I know ’cause he’s not far from me, not far at all actually. I’m hoping he is in fact local and that he’ll stick around longer than the year if I give him the chance. Maybe over time he can do more than bus. He’s my first interview so at least I’ll know right away if he’s worth taking a risk on.
The only reason I even looked at his resume was that he really sold himself in his cover letter. I always read the cover letter first; it gives me a solid insight into a person’s personality and whether I should bother reading any further. I mean if you can’t put forth an effort on paper to sell yourself enthusiastically then what type of person will you be with my customers?
Opening the pub door, I’m immediately assaulted with the scent of my livelihood: leather and lemons with that hint of stale beer mixed in to remind you it’s a bar. Fuck, I really do love this place. The smell of this place is a running joke here. We’re all always wishing the smell Marisa and her team of cleaners from MVP Cleaning Services uses would stay once the doors open, too bad it’s never the case. Admittedly, though, I also love the smell of the spilled drinks, sweat, and women that permeate the air here nightly.
“It’s about time you decided to stroll in, Levi,” Brooke taunts as I approach the main bar.
“Yeah, yeah, I ended up taking that redhead home last night.” She raises her brows so I go on. “You know the one with the big—”
“Enough.” Brooke raises her hand “Dude, you know I’m a girl, right? Like I know Ryker’s gone but, uh, I cannot be his locker room man-talk replacement anymore. You need to hire some more dudes for that!”
I let out a loud chuckle at her response. “Sorry, sorry, you’re right. I need to remember I offend thee,” I add with a little bow and smile.
“Whatever. You’re here now and so is that chick, Braun, your nine o’clock interview. I told her to head on back to the office and wait for you.”
“Shit, I thought my first was at 9:30. Dammit, I am late. Thanks for greeting him, and sorry about that, I was indisposed. I’ll make it up to you,” I grin, as I make my way down the back hallway toward my office, until the realization hits and I stop in my tracks. What the fuck?
“Brooke, did you say ‘ she’ ?” I pause confused. “I was
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