Sunday, August 10, 2014
The interview process
10:59 AM | 
Posted by
Bruny Hudson |
Edited by
Hobo Hudson
Written by
Wylie Hudson
I was a bit
afraid that Hobo might change his mind overnight and decide not to hire right
now due to the unrest in Ukraine
and Gaza. I
didn’t sleep much worrying about this and the upcoming interview, but I decided
to put on a brave front and was up at the crack of dawn requesting an
appointment at the fur salon for a brushing and comb out. After that, I told
myself to buck up and act as though I already had the job.
After the fur
treatment, I returned to my room for breakfast and then packed my toys and
seeing that I still had a couple of treats left, I shoved them through the wall
into the next room for my neighbor to enjoy, thinking that I might as well go
for broke, and then sat down patiently waiting for the gates to open.
Just as the
gates opened, a large silver limo pulled into the parking lot and the nice
couple got out accompanied by a somewhat pudgy little black terrier. When I saw
them, I immediately went into my dance routine, and they walked over to me, and
then we all adjourned to an interview room.
After a few
preliminary sniffs, Hobo and I sat down, and he explained that he is getting
older and would like to slow down a bit and wanted to hire a good dog to take
over some of his work so he could concentrate on his writing and bone market trading
and maybe take a vacation now and then.
He then asked
me a series of questions, and I had to admit I didn’t know anything about
computers but had had typing lessons during puppy school and had received all
As on my essays.
Hobo seemed
satisfied with my answers and then asked if I had any questions. At the same
moment, one of those pesky squirrels walked past right behind Hobo, and I had
to focus really hard not to chase the critter again and probably blow my chance
at obtaining the job. However, just when it entered Hobo’s side vision, Hobo
barked, “Let’s get that squirrel!” and we were off.
My long legs
enabled me to outdistance Hobo in a flash, and I was sitting at the base of an
oak tree staring intently at the squirrel, who was sitting on a limb jibber
jabbering away at me when Hobo arrived. I knew it was probably a bad move to
outrun my future boss, but I just couldn’t help myself.
Hobo just
grinned and said “You’re hired. Let’s go into the office, and I’ll put my paw
print on the paperwork.
When we had
signed everything, we hopped into Hobo’s limo and I was off to a new future
which sounded great to me. Little did I realize the hard work that would be
required for me to learn my new duties.
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1 comments:
The squirrel chasing was a nice way to impress Hobo. Good jon
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