There’s a fairly high level position in Ohio that I am trying to fill, and they have an interview day set up for Monday. Three guys are going to leg wrestle interview all day for this job with various company officials, and the two favorites will meet the president on Tuesday morning. Sounds good, right?
I get a phone call from a 626 area code this morning and ignore it. No VM left, but I get that “CALL ME” message instead when people press 6 or 8 or whatever instead of hanging up and sending a fucking text message. I roll back over and enjoy my sack time until this unknown cock holster decides to keep calling me.
Hey, surprise! It’s the 8AM candidate for tomorrow! He ”lost his cellphone on the LA subway” and was calling me on a prepaid to say he needs to reschedule. First off, I didn’t know LA had a subway system. Did you? Hollywood gets a massive FAIL for not bringing that to my attention. Second, guys that are interviewing for 150K jobs don’t buy prepaid cells – they go find a computer and then go wait for their normal provider to open up for business.
He went to the Rose Bowl and drank the night away after watching the beloved alma mater beat Oregon, and lost his phone “going to an afterparty”. He woke up “on a couch somewhere”, doesn’t know LA and has no idea where his hotel is, and his flight home is at 10 Pacific. Would I mind calling his wife and letting her know he was OK? And can I look up the number for United and call him back? He needed to “go”. Sure thing, buddy. Hope you enjoyed your drunken prostate massage in West Hollywood, and remember to pay Rico a little extra for using his phone.
Next time I hear “Carmen Ohio” I will remember that LA has a subway.