The evening I arrived home from my interview I wrote a thank- you note and mailed it immediately.
Exactly one week later Philippe called. With work! Oh, the magic of the thank- you note.
Sure enough, things had gotten busier than expected, and he needed me to work on Thursday. Of course the jig was up with pretending to be busy, and I instantly told him I would love to work! He told me my thank- you note was very nice, and he would pick me up on the corner of FDR and Houston the next morning just after 8 am.
The next morning I walked up to Houston, and stood on the corner and waiting to be picked up like a, well, you know. Philippe pulled up, honked his horn, unlocked the doors, I jumped in and we peeled out. Hey, it isn't the best pickup location, but it seemed better than the meat market.
On Thursday I drove to Philadelphia with another driver, where I picked up a car to bring back to New York City. Two hours of driving a brand new car and playing with XM radio? Like I have said before, this job could work for me. On Thursday I drove a Cadillac SRX to Philadelphia and a Buick Enclave back.
So, Friday morning I was picked up on the corner of Houston and FDR and told that sure enough, I would be headed to Ridgefield. I drove a 2013 Chevy Malibu, the first one on the road, thank-you-very-much, to Ridgefield, while the Chevy Volt followed.
I arrived at Uncle Bill's where he and I chatted a bit and I got a tour of the home improvements. Yes, it has been that long since I have been to Ridgefield.
Uncle Bill offered me food and drinks, but I was was not hungry or thirsty. While we were in the kitchen Uncle Bill mentioned that the ex owner of the company, Frank, had lent him a variety of cars over the years. Of course!
Does anyone remember the family reunion that Uncle Bill rolled up to in a brand new Escalade? While my parents didn't know what kind of car it was, they knew it was fancy. I knew exactly what it was, and I knew that Uncle Bill, the serial owner of Dodge Grand Caravans, was not the owner. Uncle Bill said that a friend of his let him borrow it. I now work for that friend. Standing in the Ridgefield kitchen, it all made sense.
Within a half hour the Chevy Volt arrived. We went outside and Ted gave Uncle Bill a brief rundown. He explained the gauges and monitors and cords and plugs. Before long Ted and I were back in the Malibu and headed back to the office.
When we arrived back to Montvale, Evan was walking out of the office as I was walking in. In passing he said, "I'm going to go get some pizza, do you want any?" I said no thank you, and kept walking. It was right around 1 pm, and I assumed I was going to be sent right back to the city in a car and I would be home to eat lunch with Chip and Erin. When I got back into the office Phillipe asked if I had ordered lunch with Evan. Hold on, what? That was the lunch run? We are all going to sit and eat lunch together? Shoot.
I responded. And as soon as I did, I completely regretted it.
I said, "Oh no, I already ate at my uncle's."
Darn. Why did I just lie? I never lie! Now what?
Philippe said, "Lucky you! What did you have?"
... starting to sweat.... hating to lie... too late to take it back now... digging myself deeper
"A sandwich."
"Was it good?"
"Yes. Delicious."
Okay, That was it. A little white lie. I am going to be fine. Phew.
Then, Philippe said something I couldn't have ever prepared for.
"Oh my god! Why didn't he send any to me? Next time I talk to him, I'm going to give him crap."
Oh. My. Goodness. What have I gotten myself into? Not only did I just lie to my boss on my second day of work, but I got my uncle involved as well! And, now if this does get figured out, I look twice as bad. Not only am I a liar, but I don't eat! I didn't eat the doughnuts. I didn't eat the babka. I didn't eat pizza. And, I didn't even eat the fabricated sandwich!
I'm a liar. And I'm anorexic.
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