Tropez calls me Monday afternoon and leaves a message: “Lindsay Stentson (he always says my last name wrong). Tropez on the phone. Hope you are well. I’m at the Zinque (a bar) with my friend Emmanuel (the owner). I talked to him about you, so I have good news for you I think. He’s very interested. I sold you very well, by the way. But call me back, or I’m going to send you a text with his number and you call him directly. Talk to you later baby, bye.”
Sweet! I call him back right away and he tells me that he’s my agent now. OK, Tropez. I call Emmanuel and he asks if I can come in for an interview at 5:30pm. Yes I can.
Zinque is even closer to my apartment than Lilly’s. I’ve never been here, but I’ve heard good things. It’s only been open for six months and seems to be a coffee bar during the day and a wine bar at night. That’s pretty much all I know. I walk in at 5:30 and love the space. It’s not very big: a long bar that seats about 12 and then about 12-15 high tables around the room. The back left exits to the patio where there is outside seating with another 12 tables. It’s very open with lots of sunlight. I like it.
Emmanuel says he’ll be with me in one minute. I take a seat at one of the high tables next to the window. More customers are filing in – more than I would expect this early on a Monday. That’s a good sign.
Emmanuel sits down with me. He’s a little French man (I guess all the French are friends in this town). He asks me a lot of situation questions, like, what would you do if a customer had a problem. For some reason I never prepare for an interview in this industry. I just think I’ll be able to answer the questions easily. I don’t, and stumble through it. I would get a manager. “There is no manager.” Then I would either take something off their bill if they weren’t happy with it, or I would get them a round on the house.” Good answer. Service is very important to Emmanuel. “One bad review can be the end of us.” I agree. He’s brief and to the point, but he wants me to now talk with the manager, Ayse (I-sha).
Ayse seems like a cool hippy chick. She used to live in New York and has realized that people from the east coast work harder than people from the west coast. That’s right. We do. She’s sick of the laid back attitude around here. “We’re laid back, but I want to be professional, too.” I agree with everything she says, truthfully. “OK, well, Tropez recommends you so we’re going to go with it. Can you train tomorrow night?” Yes I can. “Then we’ll see you tomorrow.”
Did I just get a new job? I think I did.
*The All-American Rejects