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With every year Bilbo grew older it became more obvious that Frodo was going to need to hiring someone to help out with the bakery. It was a lot for both of them to run before but not now it was near impossible to. They started to produce fewer items which are never good for business.
Frodo placed the help wanted sign in the window and waited for the phone to ring. He set aside that Thursday for interviews and it was only Sunday now. He patiently waited and waited. Barely any customers came through the door and it was only a matter of time before they were forced to close if he couldn’t find help.
The whole week he had only gotten a few actual interviews. Most people had called to find out the hours and when they realized what hour in the morning the process started they declined. Frodo stood in the mirror fixing his hair. He wanted to make a good impression on these people so at least one of them would want to help. His first interview to conduct was at 10 so he had plenty of time before it started to prepare. He had been practising on Bilbo, though Bilbo joked with most of the answers.
He started to make some tea, and sharpen enough pencils to hopefully last the day. Frodo has placed everything neatly on the table in the storefront area of the bakery. He had set down his notepad with the questions he had prepared, his notebook for notes on the person. All of his now sharpened pencils and one pen only if he needed to write anything to hand to the interviewee.
Looking at his wristwatch, it had read 9:55. He only had 5 minutes until the first interviewee was to arrive. Frodo believed he was no ready not as if he had any other choice.
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It was getting near four and the of the last interviewee was to arrive at any moment. To be honest Frodo was getting quite tired of asking people questions. Bilbo decided that it was now a perfect time to come out from the back, he placed himself on the opposite side of the room. He had a cup of tea in front of him.
There was a soft knock on the door almost unnoticeable. Behind the door was a younger man in his twenties. His hair was a soft golden with curls framing his face. Frodo was so awestruck by him that he had forgotten his introduction.
“Hi, I’m here for the interview, I know I’m early I could wait outside if that would be better.” His voice was rich though noticeable nervous.
“No no you’re fine to come this way,” Frodo motioned to for him to sit down at the table.
“Well, let us start, what is your name?” Frodo picked a pencil.
“Samwise Gamgee,” He was fiddling with the paper in his hands. “Here is my resume, sir.”
“Thank you though you don’t need to call me sir. That suits my uncle more.” Frodo gestured back towards Bilbo. Sam looked over and smiled at the older gentleman. He took the paper front he other man and started reading. “Oh my!”
“Is there something wrong with my resume?” There was plenty of concern lacing Sams words.
“Not at all, its just that you have a lot of experience.”
“Well, I worked with my Da at ours before he had to sell it.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”
“No it’s fine, I just missed the smell of bread in the morning that’s all.”
Frodo continued with the interview becoming more and more impressed with Sam. It felt almost unfair to the other interviewees. He felt his cheeks grow redder with all the blood rushing to them.
He had told Sam goodbye and they’d call if he got the job. Once the door was closed, Bilbo started to speak. “Well, what are you waiting for, call him and tell him he got the job.”
“Uncle Bilbo, you haven’t even seen the other peoples resumes.”
“I don’t need to, he’s clearly the only choice. I mean he’s perfect, plus I liked him.”
“Come on at least skim them and if you haven’t changed your mind, I’ll call him first thing tomorrow. How does that sound?”
“I don’t I will but fine I’ll skim them”
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Frodo was putting the numbers into the store phone. He had tried to tell Bilbo that no one other than them were awake at this hour but he was adamant that he need to tell him now. The phone started to ring, though only for a second.
“Hello, who is it?”
“Hi this is Frodo Baggins, am I speaking with Samwise Gamgee?”
“Aye, and my I ask why you are calling this early in the morning? Not many people are awake yet only the bakers.”
“On that subject, I am calling to tell you that you got the job. Could you start work on Sunday at around 5 am?”
“Why of course I can start on Sunday Mister Frodo. Thank you!”
“I’ll see you then Samwise.”
“Bright and Early.”
“Well then enjoy your day, goodbye.”
“Goodbye” with that Frodo hung up the phone. A smile crept up his face, of course, he’d be up this early. He went to work in a brighter mood.
“What I’d tell you, lad, someone was up at this hour,” Bilbo said walking down the stairs.
“He said he’d be here bright and early Bilbo so I expect you to also be. He does want to be awake for his first day don’t you.”
“Haha, very funny making fun of the old man.” Frodo rolled his eyes. “I will inform you that I will be awake Sunday before you.”
“Oh really, I’ll believe it when I see it.”
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Sleep alluded Frodo, due to the mixture of nervousness and excitement the ran through is veins. He wanted to make a good impression tomorrow. Thoughts of all ways he could screw this up raced by. Then all the ways Bilbo could scare him off.
His uncle was a lovable person but some can call his action madness. Like the year he just disappeared. Frodo still can’t believe what happened or at least what Bilbo said had happened. He wasn’t alive when it occurred so all he had to go off of was the stories.
He was finally able to fall asleep after an hour of trying. He could not remember al the details of his dream but the one that stuck out was Sam. He remembers just thinking about how cute he was that day. This is going to be an issue.