In the Dog House
Corey ran to the office Monday morning. He couldn’t believe his luck in landing this job. He lied to get in the door, telling the HR woman he’d been in hotel sales for two years. What he had been doing after dropping out of junior college was working for four months at Burger King, slinging French fries at Sally when the manager wasn’t looking and having ketchup fights at midnight to keep awake.
Matt, the general manager and Corey’s new boss, welcomed Corey by pointing to the phone on the metal desk and saying, “Get to work.”
Corey was lost. The puzzled look on his face forced Matt to explain in his staccato voice, “We need to fill these rooms. Book some conventions by the end of the week or you’re out of here.” Then he stomped off to make someone else’s life miserable.
So, Corey did what he’d always done best. He decided to wing it.
Four months later he could barely believe he still had this job. The last couple of days surely could mean the end to his run of luck though. As he thought this, Matt stormed into Corey’s office. His face was crimson. His eyes bulg...