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Yesterday, my manager tells me about a couple of positions that opened up at our main (and HUEG) downtown store. The deli/cheese dept. needed some full-time cheese prep people. He told me because I'm going to culinary school and that it would be a great opportunity for me to get my foot in the door. I said I'd discuss it with the familia and sleep on it.
This morning, I told him that I'd like to go ahead and interview for the job. So I drove up to the other store, talked to them for about fifteen minutes, and then drove back.
About 3pm, my manager pulls me into the office and said that I got the job. The commute's going to suck, but it's actually closer to my school and I get to cut, stock, and talk cheese for 8 hours a day.
I'm all kinds of excited, though I'm sure I've heard just about every "cut the cheese" joke in existence.
This morning, I told him that I'd like to go ahead and interview for the job. So I drove up to the other store, talked to them for about fifteen minutes, and then drove back.
About 3pm, my manager pulls me into the office and said that I got the job. The commute's going to suck, but it's actually closer to my school and I get to cut, stock, and talk cheese for 8 hours a day.
I'm all kinds of excited, though I'm sure I've heard just about every "cut the cheese" joke in existence.