Two weeks ago Dave sent me a text saying if I wanted a job I better send that resume in. I responded that I did indeed want the job and then immediately went to work on the resume. At about the halfway point I texted David and asked what the job that I was applying for was. He then told me a bowling lane technician. Now, if there was ever a job title that would suit me less I wouldn't know. There is not a technical bone in my body. There never has been. There never will be. That is a fact. It is a fact that has existed from the beginning of Romney and will continue to exist well after I am buried and my flesh has been eaten by maggots and worms alike. So the thought of a technician is ridiculous in almost anyway one could imagine. Bowling lane technician is by no means an exception to this rule. However, I decided to finish my cover letter and resume and just hope that David doesn't know me to well--- on a side note I somehow managed to relate every possible job that I have ever had to being a bowling lane technician and let me tell you that is a difficult feat when the only jobs you have ever had are pushing products to customers or pushing children into swimming pools---. The good thing was that David didn't know me to well and that was that. I later received a call from Peter (the head student of BYU bowling and the identical twin of james franco) asking me if I could come into the bowling alley for an interview.
I entered the interview five minutes late. We had a informal chit chat and I was introduced to the old man who was the head lane technician. I noticed that he had more hair on the top of his head than I did on mine. The rest of the interview I spent gazing the top of this mans head wishing that I could have that much hair. I am tired of writing so I am just gonna finish this post. I got the job. I have no idea how I did and the fact that I did is a testament to knowing people.