Diana Monroe | Paparazzi (gimme_deets) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-01-13 23:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | facebook, paparazzi |
Who: Paparazzi (gimme_deets) and Facebook (in_your_face
What: A job interview
Where: La Dolce Vita
When: Wednesday evening, around 6:30
Hiring was the worst part of Diana's various jobs. Writing she enjoyed, stalking the subjects of her columns even more, but running the club was basically a money source. But the old bartender went and had a miscarriage (a huge surprise, as his name was Steve), before moving back to his family in Wyoming.
So here she sat, leafing through job applications the manager Carrie had vetted for her.
"God, Carrie, can't you do this?" Diana had complained, blowing cigarette smoke at the fat sheath of paper in slightly imperious annoyance.
"You made the policy, Miss. No bartenders are hired without personally meeting you first," Carolina had replied, shoving the paper at Paparazzi before wandering off to micromanage the waitresses.
Diana rubbed a spot on her temple for a moment, eyes closed, before apparently snapping out of whatever funk she was in. Flicking a few more apps out of the way, she found the one she was looking for and tugged it out deftly. She glanced at the clock- five minutes to the interview.
She glanced at the paper- Phoebe Zuckerberg. Seemed qualified enough, but she'd have to pack one hell of a punch to be memorable in the string of sweaty bros and Coyote Ugly wannabes.