If you need a reference, I’m your gal

It seems everyone but Ava and I are getting new jobs that they are very excited about. I would love a new job that I could learn to loathe, though, honestly, I don’t think I could loathe any job anywhere near as much as I loathe Bank of No Forks. I would have to work for actual Satan in actual Hell before I could hate it as much as BofNF.

A very good friend listed me as a reference on his application. Mercifully he told me this ahead of time or I would have been clueless when they called me today. Of course, I gave him a glowing review. So much so, that I actually thought I was a bit unbelievable and tried to temper my responses.

Of course, the instant I hung up with them, I called him to say they called.

Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!

“Hey, that job just called me for a reference,” I told him all excited.

“They did? What did you say?”

I told them you stole my car and impregnated my cat.”

“Oh, that’s great. Thanks.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, and then they wanted me to assign a number between one and ten to describe how

  dependable and honest you are.”

 “Really?” I could hear the fear in his voice.

“Yeah. Don’t worry, I gave you a good solid six.”

“Uh, thanks.” He must know I’m kidding about the car and my cat, but I suspect he’s a little concerned about that six business.

“That’s just the kind of friend I am,” I assure him.

Later today, I heard that they offered him the job. I called to congratulate him.

I know it was because of those sixes.

Ever given an excellent employment referral? Ever gotten one? Who’s the one person you’d never have talk to your prospective employer?