“let’s call daddy and see what she wants us to do with these” she said, tossing her phone on the bed. She dialed Jim and put him on speaker. He picked up and said
“hey sweetie” he said as he answered the phone
“Hi daddy, Jason is on the phone too”
“Hey Jim” I said
“Hey Jason, so what’s up?”
“Becky and I are wondering what exactly you want us to do with these resumes you left on our desk”
“Oh, um… Pick three that look the best, and put the rest away somewhere else.” He said. “Call them and schedule interviews on Monday, I will be back that morning.”
“Sounds good” I said
“We have to go, we just got to the restaurant” he said
“All right, bye” we said.
We hung up.
“How are we going to figure this out?” Becky asked.
“We will rank them from one to seven (there were seven resumes)” I said.
“Good” she said
All except one of the people trying for the job spoke Spanish. The first 6 were male, and the last one was female. One we instantly put out because he was 17, not that we had a problem with that, but he had worked in fast food for the past year. He must not have actually read his employer’s recommendation before he attached because it basically summed up to be he was always late, and always lazy. Next was a man who was in his late sixties, and had not worked in five years. He had been a welder at a railroad depo, and had retired. He did not speak Spanish. We decided he was not the best choice, but still put him ahead of fast food boy. The next guy had worked for a tree farm that we actually knew, up in New York. His sheet said he had been “released” a year ago. We were also weary of him, and put him in between old man and fast food boy. Becky pulled out her computer and shot off an email to the New York tree farm asking about him. Next up was a 30 or so year old who had just moved here from Oregon. He had worked at a cargo ship dock and had been laid off. He said he spoke some Spanish, but not much. At first he we thought he was a a good choice, but then we read the next three.
The first was a 24 year old oil roughneck from Texas, he had been working the rigs for 5 years. He said he had recommendations from both of the rigs he worked on and he got 5 stars from both. We put him at the top of the pack. Next was a 27-year-old Army Vet. He had been a mechanic in Iraq for 4 years, and received an honorable discharge. He had a high school Spanish education. Last was the woman, and I saw Becky’s eyes light up. She was a 24 year old college grad. With a degree in management, spoke fluent Spanish because her mom was from Spain.
“Babe, she could be our manager” she said.
“honey that’s great, but we cant hire a manager for a few months, and she will have found a different job by then”
“We could hire her for this job for a few months, then promote her on the first of January” she said.
“that’s a great idea, I am totally impressed with her resume”
“lets do it” she said
“so who are the three we will interview” I asked
“The girl, the military guy, and the oil roughneck” she said
“I agree” I said. “You notify the people we want to talk too by email, and I will email the rejections”
We both opened our laptops and sent off emails. Almost immediately Becky got a response from military guy. He said he would be there at 1pm. While we waited to see if we got any responses we watched some tv. At quarter till ten we got a response from the girl, and she said she would be there at 4:00. At ten we called It a night, and put the computers away. I turned off the tv, Becky turned out the lights, and we got each other naked. We were on our sides facing each other. I kissed her lips a little, she kissed back exactly the same. I softly bit her lip, when I released, she did the same thing to me. I kissed her neck underneath her ears. She did the same.
“copycat” I whispered in her ear.
She made a sexy cat noise, then smiled a little. I kissed her, with tongue, and we started frenching. I don’t know how long it took, but it felt like tome slowed down. After she broke away after what must have been twenty minutes, I felt her roll over, and pull me in to the spooning position. We fell asleep like that.
We ended up hiring two of the three. We hired the woman and the military mechanic. Jim said we might as well hire the manager now, so we could train her. We hired the vetran to work in the field, and service the cars as well. The oil roughneck flat out lied to us about knowing Spanish, when Becky tried to strike up a conversation with him in Spanish he said “hola” and then made a face that said it all. His face was like “Oh, shit” he was not hired. Jim and Pam also said that we could start talking to an architect about our plans so they could happen as soon as we took control of the farm. The mechanic, who we will call “Doug” turned out to be a damned good one, and helped us winterize our fleet for winter. The manager we hired we will call “Jamie” in our stories. She moved temporarily in to the gate house near the entrance to work, until she got her own office. All in all a happy ending. Becky and I made plans to drive out to Colorado in our new car sometime after the chaos of January first, and Becky and I made our first appointment with a wedding planner, for February first.
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