The Interview

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I hop in my car and drive down to the pizza place. The sign read "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza." I opened the doors and was met with a smile.
"Hello! Mr. Fitzgerald I believe"
"Yes Sir!"
"Well, Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza!" He handed me a paper with a bunch of questions. He escorted me to a waiting chair and gave me a pen to fill it out. The first question I filled out asked if I had any previous work experience. 'No' I thought to myself. The third question I answered was if I can handle late hours 'Definite yes' I told myself. After I filled out a few more questions, I told the manager I was done. He lead me to his office, and he scanned my resumé.
"Huh, most people that apply here can't handle these types of hours." He said surprised
"Well, I usually stay up late. So that might explain that." I replied. As we finished the interview, it was time for me to go.
"Well, Mr. Fitzgerald. I guess I will see you tonight." He said.
"Really! I got the job!" I said full of excitement.
"See you at 12:00 sharp" He told me.
"Ok, Good night Sir!" and I left and went back home to tell me family the great news.

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