In a post-rebellion economy, there
simply wasn't much call for a wookie co-pilot/smuggler. It certainly
didn't help that Han, his former boss, shut down their independently
owned mom-and-pop smuggling operation so he could settle down, get
married, and have kids in the suburbs. Facing unemployment, Chewbacca
had no choice but to go corporate and look for work in a cubicle
somewhere.
The first months were the hardest.
Chewie went to countless interviews in dozens of star systems (Han at
least had the courtesy to lend him the keys to the Falcon while he
went job hunting, provided he paid for his own gas and didn't get any
tickets), but nothing panned out. It wasn't until one potential
employer gave him some friendly advice.
“Chewie,” said Ted at accounts
receivable for Tatooine Moisture Vaporators, LLC. “Do you mind if I
call you Chewie? Chewie, your resume looks good. You got great people
skills. The thing is, nobody's going to hire a guy who shows up to an
interview without any pants on. Watto? Jabba? They don't wear pants,
and they're criminals. You want to get hired, you need some nice
trousers. Maybe a good suit and tie. At least an oxford and some
khakis. While you're at it, you might think about shaving. Not
professionally, just as a personal choice. Let me tell you from
experience, the ladies love a smooth chested guy.”
- Originally mailed to K. Murphey in Chicago, Illinois
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