We are going to fast forward a bit for this story. I'd been there a year at this point and Tom put me in charge of hiring a replacement for our resident "girl who does nothing" Ollie. So I put up a sign in the window and collect resumes for two weeks, I weed some out and have a list of 5 candidates.
Now, the store is located in a predominantly "Dutch" (It's not Dutch. It's another nationality but I'm going to refer to them as Dutch) neighborhood. A lot of them are immigrants and ask if I speak Dutch, but when I tell them no, they speak in English. Needless to say, I don't need to speak Dutch to sell to them.
After interviews, I narrow it down to two candidates. Both males, one was a former corporate employee and one was a key holder for Aeropostale for 3 years.
I schedule a final interview and Tom tells me he'd like to sit in on them. Fine, no problem.
I conduct the interviews and Tom remains silent. Both do great and I'm leaning towards the ex- corporate guy. I ask Tom what he thinks. He gives me some wishy-washy answer about how he isn't sure, his instincts are telling him no, he doesn't know if he can trust them, etc.
Tom then asks if I can stay around the store for a few minutes. I say OK. Not more than 10 minutes later SHE walks in.
Now, I'm a mid-20s male, but I stay very professional at the workplace, so when I say that this young lady was drop dead gorgeous, you can imagine what it means. She was also, as my friend said, "stacked" and she obviously wore a low cut blouse because, fuck dressing appropriately.
Tom introduced me to her. Her name was Anna and Tom apparently thought that she'd be perfect for the job. I asked her my standard questions, she was 19 and had previously worked at a grocery store as a cashier for 2 months, but she refused to provide a reference. She did abysmal at product knowledge and had no sales experience whatsoever.
She loved to giggle. And she also loved to lightly touch Tom's arm. She also loved to bite her lip whenever I spoke to her.
After I finished, I bid her goodbye (no handshake) and when she left Tom turned to me and said, "I think we should hire her."
"Really? Because I was thinking the exact opposite."
Turns out that Tom met her online at a Staples while he WASN'T buying us paper for our printer. He was so impressed with her breasts that he decided to give her an interview and apparently hope that I was a shallow pig.
Well it didn't work, because I'd rather have someone in the store who actually does stuff rather than eye candy and I officially endorsed the ex-corporate guy for the new spot.
Looking back now, it's cute how I thought that meant anything. He hired Anna on the basis that we needed a girl to replace Ollie, and someone who spoke Dutch (even though we obviously don't).
He gave Anna the "good" news the next day while I tried to overdose on coconut oil chewies.
He also decided to keep Ollie...